"Golly! All the records are broken!" said Tom in dismay, as he picked up the cracked records.
"Yes—they fell and broke when that dreadful storm was on," said Jill. "Leave them behind. They're no use. There's just one that's not broken—now, where is it?"
They found it at last and looked at it.
"What a pity! This is a silly record—it would be the only one that's left unbroken!" said Mary. "On one side it's a girl singing a kind of lullaby, without even any music—and on the other it's nursery rhymes. The silliest one we've got!"
"Oh well—bring it along," said Tom. "And where's my camera? It doesn't look as if I'll find any good pictures to take—but I may as well have it."
By the time they had got everything to the tent they were really very tired. They cooked the rest of the fish and opened a tin of peaches. They ate an apple each, broke a bar of chocolate into four pieces, and then drank some hot cocoa. It was a good meal and they enjoyed it. The sun was now almost gone and the first star was shining brightly.
"Well, we've had an adventurous day," said Jill, yawning. "I slept all the morning—but I feel awfully sleepy again already."
"We'll turn in early," said Andy. "I'm tired too."
"We can't clean our teeth," said Jill, who was always very particular about nails and teeth and things like that. "I wish I had a tooth-brush."
"Well, here's a brush for you," said Tom, with a grin, handing Jill the brush that was used to sweep bits of fish off the deck. "Brush your teeth with this."