"The captain said the natives weren't intelligent and he only warned us not to make pets of them or kill them. He said fortunately we couldn't exploit them, which, of course, I wouldn't do, even if we could. Anyhow, I believe it was Ned who tried to get them to help build the handball court, wasn't it?"
"What can we do?" Danny asked. "Harnick isn't here and she is."
"Now, remember this, girls," Ned admonished them, for the men were off on another mission, to chart the south pole this time—not that it was really so urgent, but the cottage had begun to take on the aspect of a Salvation Army Mission and was no longer homelike. "Feed the natives, if you must, but don't let any inside the house."
"How will we train them to do the housework then?" Judy wanted to know.
"It'll be a long time before you can get them to do that," Dan said diplomatically. "Why not try to teach them English first? They'll need to know it in order to follow your directions."
"That's true," Judy admitted.
"And it'll be a nice, healthy, out-of-doors occupation for you two." Ned pinched his wife's pale cheek. "You've been knocking yourself out, shug."
"I haven't worked half as hard as Judy has," Jane protested loyally. "And she does all the thinking besides."
"Yeah," said Ned. "She sure does. Why don't you take yourself a rest too, Jude?"