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Chapter 12
Harriswassoovercomewithjoythathefainted,andhadtoseizetheboy’sbeer-canandhalfemptyitbeforehecouldrecoverconsciousness,andthenhestartedoffatarun,andleftGeorgeandmetobringontheluggage.
Itwasalittlefour-roomedcottagewheretheboylived,andhismother—goodsoul!—gaveushotbaconforsupper,andweateitall—fivepounds—andajamtartafterwards,andtwopotsoftea,andthenwewenttobed. Thereweretwobedsintheroom;onewasa2ft.6in.trucklebed,andGeorgeandIsleptinthat,andkeptinbytyingourselvestogetherwithasheet;andtheotherwasthelittleboy’sbed,andHarrishadthatalltohimself,andwefoundhim,inthemorning,withtwofeetofbarelegstickingoutatthebottom,andGeorgeandIusedittohangthetowelsonwhilewebathed.
Wewerenotsouppishaboutwhatsortofhotelwewouldhave,nexttimewewenttoDatchet.
Toreturntoourpresenttrip:nothingexcitinghappened,andwetuggedsteadilyontoalittlebelowMonkeyIsland,wherewedrewupandlunched. Wetackledthecoldbeefforlunch,andthenwefoundthatwehadforgottentobringanymustard. Idon’tthinkIeverinmylife,beforeorsince,feltIwantedmustardasbadlyasIfeltIwanteditthen. Idon’tcareformustardasarule,anditisveryseldomthatItakeitatall,butIwouldhavegivenworldsforitthen.