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Harris
was
so
overcome
with
joy
that
he
fainted
,
and
had
to
seize
the
boy
's
beer-can
and
half
empty
it
before
he
could
recover
consciousness
,
and
then
he
started
off
at
a
run
,
and
left
George
and
me
to
bring
on
the
luggage
.
It
was
a
little
four-roomed
cottage
where
the
boy
lived
,
and
his
mother
--
good
soul
!
--
gave
us
hot
bacon
for
supper
,
and
we
ate
it
all
--
five
pounds
--
and
a
jam
tart
afterwards
,
and
two
pots
of
tea
,
and
then
we
went
to
bed
.
There
were
two
beds
in
the
room
;
one
was
a
2ft
.
6in
.
truckle
bed
,
and
George
and
I
slept
in
that
,
and
kept
in
by
tying
ourselves
together
with
a
sheet
;
and
the
other
was
the
little
boy
's
bed
,
and
Harris
had
that
all
to
himself
,
and
we
found
him
,
in
the
morning
,
with
two
feet
of
bare
leg
sticking
out
at
the
bottom
,
and
George
and
I
used
it
to
hang
the
towels
on
while
we
bathed
.
We
were
not
so
uppish
about
what
sort
of
hotel
we
would
have
,
next
time
we
went
to
Datchet
.
To
return
to
our
present
trip
:
nothing
exciting
happened
,
and
we
tugged
steadily
on
to
a
little
below
Monkey
Island
,
where
we
drew
up
and
lunched
.
We
tackled
the
cold
beef
for
lunch
,
and
then
we
found
that
we
had
forgotten
to
bring
any
mustard
.
I
do
n't
think
I
ever
in
my
life
,
before
or
since
,
felt
I
wanted
mustard
as
badly
as
I
felt
I
wanted
it
then
.
I
do
n't
care
for
mustard
as
a
rule
,
and
it
is
very
seldom
that
I
take
it
at
all
,
but
I
would
have
given
worlds
for
it
then
.
I
do
n't
know
how
many
worlds
there
may
be
in
the
universe
,
but
anyone
who
had
brought
me
a
spoonful
of
mustard
at
that
precise
moment
could
have
had
them
all
.
I
grow
reckless
like
that
when
I
want
a
thing
and
ca
n't
get
it
.
Harris
said
he
would
have
given
worlds
for
mustard
too
.
It
would
have
been
a
good
thing
for
anybody
who
had
come
up
to
that
spot
with
a
can
of
mustard
,
then
:
he
would
have
been
set
up
in
worlds
for
the
rest
of
his
life
.
But
there
!
I
daresay
both
Harris
and
I
would
have
tried
to
back
out
of
the
bargain
after
we
had
got
the
mustard
.
One
makes
these
extravagant
offers
in
moments
of
excitement
,
but
,
of
course
,
when
one
comes
to
think
of
it
,
one
sees
how
absurdly
out
of
proportion
they
are
with
the
value
of
the
required
article
.
I
heard
a
man
,
going
up
a
mountain
in
Switzerland
,
once
say
he
would
give
worlds
for
a
glass
of
beer
,
and
,
when
he
came
to
a
little
shanty
where
they
kept
it
,
he
kicked
up
a
most
fearful
row
because
they
charged
him
five
francs
for
a
bottle
of
Bass
.
He
said
it
was
a
scandalous
imposition
,
and
he
wrote
to
the
Times
about
it
.
It
cast
a
gloom
over
the
boat
,
there
being
no
mustard
.
We
ate
our
beef
in
silence
.
Existence
seemed
hollow
and
uninteresting
.
We
thought
of
the
happy
days
of
childhood
,
and
sighed
.
We
brightened
up
a
bit
,
however
,
over
the
apple-tart
,
and
,
when
George
drew
out
a
tin
of
pine-apple
from
the
bottom
of
the
hamper
,
and
rolled
it
into
the
middle
of
the
boat
,
we
felt
that
life
was
worth
living
after
all
.
We
are
very
fond
of
pine-apple
,
all
three
of
us
.
We
looked
at
the
picture
on
the
tin
;
we
thought
of
the
juice
.
We
smiled
at
one
another
,
and
Harris
got
a
spoon
ready
.
