“We‘ve got the sandwiches Mother gave us for thejourney，” said Edmund. “At least I’ve got mine.” “Not me，” said Lucy. “Mine were in my little bag.” “So were mine，” said Susan.
“Mine are in my coat pocket， there on the beach，” said Peter. “That‘ll be two lunches among four. This isn’t going to be such fun.”
“At present，” said Lucy， “I want something to drink more than something to eat.”
Everyone else now felt thirsty， as one usually is afterwading in salt water under a hot sun.
“It‘s like being shipwrecked，” remarked Edmund. “In the books they always find springs of clear， fresh water on the island. We’d better go and look for them.”
“Does that mean we have to go back into all that thick wood？” said Susan.
“Not a bit of it，” said Peter. “If there are streams they‘re bound to come down to the sea， and if we walk along the beach we’re bound to come to them.”
