“We had a bit of an argument,” said Nancy.
“A bit,” said Peggy. “It was a whole one and a half.”
“Then we found a seed cake and ate it. I hope you don’t mind.”
“Not a bit,” said Susan. “There’s a new one coming today.”
“I ate all your chocolate in Amazon ,” said Titty.
“You’d earned it,” said Captain Nancy generously.
They came to the camp. The fire was blazing high and steam was pouring from the kettle.
“Shall I make the tea?” said Peggy Blackett.
“Avast there, Peggy,” said Captain Nancy. “We’ve lost. Captain John is Commodore. Captain John, do you think your mate will give us some tea?”
“Mister Mate,” said Captain John, “a round of tea would do us all a bit of good.”
“But there’s no milk,” said Susan, “and it’s too early to go to the farm.”
“And there isn’t time for that,” said Captain Nancy. “Let’s have it without.”
“And call it hot grog,” said Titty.
So hot grog it was and served in large tots. No tea with milk ever tasted better than this hot milkless tea on Wild Cat Island while the first sunlight was creeping down from the tops of the opposite hills. But it was so hot and the Amazons were in such a hurry to be off that Peggy was sent down to the landing-place for a bottle full of cold water to cool the grog with.