I'm so hungry.

We needn't go to bed yet, need we?
It must be quite early.

What time do you think the tide will let us get out?
Poor Mademoiselle will think I'm drowned." Chris's awe of the Magic Cave had evidently evaporated.

The picnic mood had returned to take its place, and Bertrand knew not whether to be more astounded or relieved.

He began to feel about for the basket containing the remnants of their feast, while Chris with much volubility and not a little merriment explained the situation to Cinders.
He calculated that they would be at liberty in the early hours of the morning unless he tempted Fate a second time by climbing the cliff.