"Now, Master Dan, remember that's the basket you'm to carry," pointing to a large square one with the cover securely fastened down.

"There's nothing to eat in it, but it's the 'eaviest, 'cause it's got the milk in it, and a bottle of methylated spirits and the little stove in case you can't get no sticks nor no fire." "O Fanny, you _are_ cruel," sighed Dan.

"I really don't know," with a very good imitation of a catch in his voice, "how you can say to me the nasty things you do." "Ah!" said Fanny, with a knowing shake of her head.

"I may be cruel, and I have my failings, but I can read you through and through, Master Dan, same as if you was a printed book.

You take my word for that." "X rays aren't in it," cried Dan.