"I trust that feeling will be stronger every day, sir; for it's no use, and indeed sinful, to repine."
"I acknowledge it, and with all humility. What is the first thing which you wish we should set about?"
"I think, sir, the first object is to have a good supply of fresh water; and I therefore wish you and William - Here he is. Good-morning, William - I was saying that I thought it better that Mr. Seagrave and you should clear out the spring while I am away in the boat. I brought another shovel with me yesterday, and you both can work; perhaps we had better go there, as Juno, I see, is getting the breakfast ready. You observe, Mr. Seagrave, we must follow up the spring till we get among the cocoa-nut trees, where it will be shaded from the sun; that is easily done by digging towards them, and watching how the water flows. Then, if you will dig out a hole large enough to sink down in the earth one of the water-casks which lie on the beach, I will bring it down with me this afternoon; and then, when it is fixed in the earth in that way, we shall always have the cask full of water for use, and the spring filling it as fast as we empty it."
"I understand," replied Mr. Seagrave; "that shall be our task while you are absent."
"Now, I have nothing more to do than to speak to Juno about dinner," replied Ready; "and then I'll just take a mouthful, and be off."
Ready directed Juno to fry some pork in the frying-pan, and then to cut off some slices from the turtle, and cook turtle-steaks for dinner, as well as to warm up the soup which was left; and then, with a biscuit and a piece of beef in his hand, he went down to the boat and set off for the cove. Mr. Seagrave and William worked hard; and, by twelve o'clock, the hole was quite large and deep enough, according to the directions Ready had given. They then left their work and went to the tent.
"You don't know how much happier I am now that I am here," said Mrs.
Seagrave, taking her husband's hand, as he seated himself by her.
"I trust it is a presentiment of future happiness, my dear," said Mr.
Seagrave. "I assure you that I feel the same, and was saying so to
Ready this morning."
"I feel that I could live here for ever, it is so calm and beautiful; but I miss one thing - there are no birds singing here as at home."
"I have seen no birds except sea-birds, and of them there is plenty.
Have you, William?"