"Let's have some at once, shall we?
I'm so thirsty." He had forgotten nothing.

From a basket he produced cups, saucers, plates, knives, and arranged them on his improvised table.
Chris surveyed the cake with frank satisfaction.

"What a mercy the gulls didn't seize it while your back was turned! Do cut it, quick!" "No, no! You will perform that ceremony," smiled Bertrand.
"Shall I?
Oh, very well.

I expect I shall do it very badly.

What lovely sweets! Did they come out of the Magic Cave?
I hope they won't vanish before we come to eat them." "I thought that my bird of Paradise would like them," he said softly.
"Your bird of Paradise loves them," promptly returned Chris.