“I’ve looked all I want to look,” said Wolf; “so do read me what you’ve got there. I’m glad of any excuse not to go round the field and hear so much talk.”

“Sit down, then, a minute⁠ ⁠… do you mind?”

The two men sat down at the base of the wall and leaned their backs against it, facing the school-treat meadow. Jason produced from his pocket a small notebook, which he opened very deliberately upon his knee.

“It’s about white seaweed,” said Jason Otter.

“I didn’t know it was ever white,” said Wolf.

“Everything is white at one time or another,” retorted Jason. “ You ’ll be white enough yourself, one fine day!”