"Catch me. Look at the state I'm in," rejoined Hall, showing the arms of
his jacket. "I must get behind you two."
"Well, but look at me," said East, indicating the mass of clay behind
which he was standing; "I'm worse than you, two to one. You might grow
cabbages on my trousers."
"That's all down below, and you can keep your legs behind the sofa,"
said Hall.
"Here, Brown; you're the show-figure. You must lead."
"But my face is all muddy," argued Tom.
"Oh, we're all in one boat for that matter; but come on; we're only
making it worse, dawdling here."
"Well, just give us a brush then," said Tom. And they began trying to
rub off the superfluous dirt from each other's jackets; but it was not
dry enough, and the rubbing made them worse; so in despair they pushed
through the swing-door at the head of the stairs, and found themselves
in the Doctor's hall.
"That's the library door," said East in a whisper, pushing Tom forwards.
The sound of merry voices and laughter came from within, and his first
hesitating knock was unanswered. But at the second, the Doctor's voice
said, "Come in;" and Tom turned the handle, and he, with the others
behind him, sidled into the room.
The Doctor looked up from his task; he was working away with a great
chisel at the bottom of a boy's sailing boat, the lines of which he was
no doubt fashioning on the model of one of Nicias's galleys.
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