tion unassisted, and having descended to the beach, clambered up the side and cut out their own vessel in brilliant style, they underwent a magnificent shipwreck (with vocalised thunder) and floated "waterlogged"—so Sid insisted—upon an exhausted sea.
These things drove Ann out of mind for a time. But at last, as they drifted without food or water upon a stagnant ocean, haggard-eyed, chins between their hands, looking in vain for a sail, she came to mind again abruptly.
"It's rather nice 'aving sisters," remarked one perishing mariner.
Sid turned round and regarded him thoughtfully. "Not it!" he said.
"No?"
"Not a bit of it." He grinned confidentially. "Know too much," he said; and afterwards, "Get out of things."
He resumed his gloomy scrutiny of the hopeless horizon. Presently he fell to spitting jerkily between his teeth, as he had read was the way with such ripe manhood as chews its quid.
"Sisters," he said, "is rot. That's what sisters are. Girls if you like, but sisters—no!"
"But ain't sisters girls?"
"N-eaow!" said Sid, with unspeakable scorn.
And Kipps answered, "Of course. I didn't mean I wasn't thinking of that."
"You got a girl?" asked Sid, spitting very cleverly again.
