"Oh yes, there is plenty for you to do."
Mr. Seagrave went into the tent, and found his wife much refreshed; but the children had all fallen fast asleep on the beds. They waited another half-hour, and then woke Tommy and Caroline, that they might all sit down to dinner.
"Dear me," exclaimed William, as Ready took the cover off the saucepan, "what is it that you have so good there?"
"It's a treat I have prepared for you all," replied Ready. "I know that you are tired of salt meat, so now you are going to feed like aldermen."
"Why, what is it, Ready?" said Mrs. Seagrave; "it smells very good."
"It is turtle-soup, ma'am; and I hope you will like it; for, if you do, you may often have it, now that you are on this side of the island."
"Indeed, it really is excellent; but it wants a little salt. Have you any salt, Juno?"
"Got a little, ma'am. Very little left," replied Juno.
"What shall we do when all our salt is gone?" said Mrs. Seagrave.
"Juno must get some more," replied Ready.