cart in the village.'

'Do you want to buy that?' asked Jane.

'No, silly - we'll HIRE it. And then we'll go to Rochester and buy
heaps and heaps of things. Look here, let's each take as much as
we can carry. But it's not sovereigns. They've got a man's head
on one side and a thing like the ace of spades on the other. Fill
your pockets with it, I tell you, and come along. You can jaw as
we go - if you must jaw.'

Cyril sat down and began to fill his pockets.
'You made fun of me for getting father to have nine pockets in my
Norfolks,' said he, 'but now you see!'

They did. For when Cyril had filled his nine pockets and his
handkerchief and the space between himself and his shirt front with
the gold coins, he had to stand up. But he staggered, and had to
sit down again in a hurry-

'Throw out some of the cargo,' said Robert. 'You'll sink the ship,
old chap. That comes of nine pockets.'

And Cyril had to.

Then they set off to walk to the village. It was more than a mile,
and the road was very dusty indeed, and the sun seemed to get
hotter and hotter, and the gold in their pockets got heavier and
heavier.