If every man-jack turns up, that'll only be six goes short, and if you and I sit out of it, only four.

We might cheek in a head or two by accident to make that up." "Who will cook them ?" asked Jill.
"Oh, we can do that, I fancy, on a tray or something.

Then six cocoa- nuts into 150 will be twenty-five.

You'll have to cut each one into twenty-five bits, Jill.

Then one bun apiece, and--oh, the ice! How on earth are we to slice that up?
There's about a soup-plate full.
Couldn't get strawberry, so he's sent coffee." "Ugh!" said Jill; "I'll give up my share." "I did my best," said Tom.