When he saw the crayfish on the
table, he appeared to be afraid of it, although it was dead.
"Well, Tommy," said Mr. Seagrave, "I suppose you won't eat any of the
crayfish?"
"Won't I?" replied Tommy. "I'll eat him, for he tried to eat me."
"Why did you not leave the animal alone, Tommy?" said Mr. Seagrave; "if
you had not tormented it, it would not have bitten you; I don't know
whether you ought to have any."
"I don't like it; I won't have any," replied Tommy. "I like salt pork
better."
"Well, then, if you don't like it, you shall not have it forced upon
you, Tommy," replied Mr. Seagrave; "so now we'll divide it among the
rest of us."
Tommy was not very well pleased at this decision, for he really did
wish to have some of it, so he turned very sulky for the rest of the
dinner-time, especially when old Ready told him that he had had his
share of the crayfish before dinner.
Chapter XLVII
As soon as the meal was over, Mr. Seagrave and Juno assisted them in
carrying down the canvas and poles for the tent, with shovels to clear
away, and the pegs to fix the tents up properly. Before they started,
William observed, "I think it would be a good thing, if Ready and I
were to take our bedding with us, and then we could fix up one tent
this evening, and sleep there; to-morrow morning we might set up the
other, and get a good deal of work over before we come back.
Pages:
306
307
308
309
310
311
312
313
314
315
316
317
318
319
320
321
322
323
324
325
326
327
328
329
330