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“We’ve got the sandwiches Mother gave us for the journey，”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 after wading 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．”
They all now waded back and went first across the smooth，wet sand and then up to the dry，crumbly sand that sticks to one’s toes，and began putting on their shoes and socks．Edmund and Lucy wanted to leave them behind and do their exploring with bare feet，but Susan said this would be a mad thing to do．“We might never find them again，”she pointed out，“and we shall want them if we’re still here when night comes and it begins to be cold．”
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