Archie stopped patting the car and came over to us. "Good. Let's
begin," he said; "I'm hungry."

"You didn't hear. I said there WASN'T any cake--on the contrary,
there is an entire absence of it, a shortage, a vacuum, not to say a
lacuna. In the place where it should be there is an aching void or
mere hard-boiled eggs or something of that sort. I say, doesn't
ANYBODY mind, except me?"

Apparently nobody did, so that it was useless to think of sending
Archie back for it. Instead, I did a little wrist-work with the
corkscrew....

"Now," said Archie, after lunch, "before you all go off with your
butterfly nets, I'd better say that we shall be moving on at about
half-past three. That is, unless one of you has discovered the slot
of a Large Cabbage White just then, and is following up the trail
very keenly."

"I know what I'm going to do," I said, "if the flies will let me
alone."

"Tell me quickly before I guess," begged Myra.

"I'm going to lie on my back and think about--who do you think do
the hardest work in the world?"

"Stevedores."

"Then I shall think about stevedores."