Dexter’s eyes grew more round.
“Then out at sea you have long lines, and you catch big cod-fish, and soles almost as big as the boat.”
“And are you going to have a boat?”
“To be sure I am. I get tired of always coming out to catch little roach and dace and eels. I mean to go soon.”
Dexter sighed.
“That man says when you go far enough away, you come to islands where the cocoa-nuts grow; and then, all you’ve got to do is go ashore and pull your boat up on the sands, and when you are hungry you climb a tree and get a cocoa-nut; and every one has got enough meat and drink in it for a meal.”
“Do you?”
“Yerrrs! That you do. That’s the sort of place to go and live at. I’m tired o’ Coleby.”
“Why don’t you go and live there, then!” said Dexter.
“I’m going to, some day. It’s no use to be in too much of a hurry; I want to save a little money first, and get some more tackle. You see, you want big hooks for big fish, and some long lines. Then you must have a boat.”