hould," replied Roger.

"Leave yonder water to your dog, then, and drink this," said Oliver,
handing down a small tin can. "You must let me have the can, though.
Almost all our kitchen things floated out through the wall, at that
breach that you see, during the night. You must give me the can again,
if you would like that I should bring you some more milk this afternoon.
The poor cow is doing but badly, and we cannot feed her as we should
like: but she has given milk enough for George this morning, with a
little to spare for us and you. You seem to like it," he added,
laughing to see how Roger smacked his lips over the draught.

"That I do. It is good stuff, I know," said Roger, as he drained the
last drop.

"Then I will bring you some more in the afternoon, if there is any to
spare from poor George's supper."

"That's a pity. You've enough to do, I think. Suppose I come over.
Eh?"

"There is something to be said about that," replied Oliver, gravely.
"We do not want to keep what we have to ourselves. We have got a chest
of meal, this morning."

"A chest of meal!"

"Yes: a large chest, and not wet at all, except an inch deep all round
the outside. We caught it just now as it was floating by; and we should
like you to have some of it, as you have no bread here: but you know,
Roger, you kicked our poor cow when she was too weak to stand; and you
carried away our tinder-box when you knew we had no fire. We don't want
to have you with us to do such things: and so I think I had better bring
you some of the meal over here. And yet it is a pity; for the broth
that Ailwin is making will be very good."

"I'll come over," said Roger. "I am stronger than you, and I can help
you to feed the cow, and everything."

"I can do all that, with Ailwin to help: and I am sure Mildred had much
rather you should stay here, unless you behave differently. And poor
little George, too! He is not well, and we do not like that he should
be frightened."

"I sha'n't frighten him or anybody, you'll see. You had better let me
come; and Spy and I will bring you a lot of game."

"We don't want any game, at present. We have plenty to eat."

"You had better let me come and help you. I won't hurt George, or
anything. Come, I promise you you shan't repent doing me a good turn."

"Then you shall come, Roger. But do remember that Mildred is only a
little girl; and consider poor Geordie too; he is quite ill. You wont
tease him