"Well, if we should see him again," Robin said, "I'll look and see."
"I believe we shall see him again," said Meg. "How many eggs have we left, Robin? "
"We only brought three dozen," he answered, looking into the satchel. "And we ate seven this morning."
"When you have nothing but eggs you eat a good many," said Meg reflectively. "They won't last very long. "But we couldn't have carried a thousand eggs, even if we had had them." Which was a sage remark.
"We shall have to buy some cheap things," was Robin's calculation. "They'll have to be very cheap though. We have to pay a dollar, you know, every day to come in, and if we have no money we can't go into the places that are not free—and we want to go into everything."
"I'd rather go in hungry, than stay outside and have real dinners, wouldn't you?" Meg put it to him.
"Yes, I would," he answered. "Though it's pretty hard to be hungry."
They had chosen a secluded corner to sit in, but it was not so secluded that they had it entirely to themselves,
