“What is this plant, Ready?”
“I don’t know, William.”
“Then I think I had better make a collection of all those you don’t know, and take them back to father; he is a good botanist.”
William pulled a branch of the plant off, and carried it with him. On their arrival at the next patch of trees, Ready looked at them steadfastly for some time.
“I ought to know that tree,” said he. “I have often seen it in hot countries. Yes, it’s the guava.”
“What! is it the fruit they make guava jelly of?” said William.
“Yes, the very same.”
“Let us now walk in the direction of those five or six trees,” said William; “and from there down to the rocks; I want to find out how it is that they are so white.”
“Be it so, if you wish,” replied Ready.
“Why, Ready, what noise is that? Hark! such a chattering, it must be monkeys.”