"They came off the ship with me when it was wrecked," said Mr. Crusoe. "That is, I brought them off the next day when I went out on the raft to the wreck. And they've been with me ever since."
"Oh, by the way," Puss, Junior, suddenly exclaimed. "Is Friday here?"
"Oh, yes," cried Tom Thumb, "where is Friday?"
Mr. Crusoe got up and walked over to a tall pole and looked over carefully the notches cut into the wood. "Let me see," he said. "To-day is Thursday. Yes, that's right; Friday will be here to-morrow."
"You've made a mistake, Mr. Crusoe," said Puss, with a laugh.
"Have I," he replied, looking over his wooden calendar carefully a second time.
"I don't mean the day," said Puss. "I mean your man Friday."
"Oh, you mean my black man Friday," said Mr. Crusoe. "Oh, I gave him a holiday. He'll be here to-morrow."
"I'm very anxious to see him," said Tom Thumb.
"He'll be surprised when he sees you, too," said Mr. Crusoe, with a grin. "He's never seen a white man but me."