now he lay back , using his own pants as some small cushion against the stone . the man went to the door , peering out onto the street , looking right and left . `` do n't let it get to you , honey . it would be best if you saved them for last , eat the ones who do not lay eggs first . she 'd worked out that she could make it last two more years if she wrote small . `` you know what i 'm trying to do . '' 