“Seems to me that he’s too fond of you, Mas’ Don, and as if he was thinking how good you’d be.”
“Nonsense!” cried Don, who was enjoying the fruit. “Have some more of these. I wonder whether there are any more good kinds of fruit grow ashore.”
“Sure to be.”
“Do you think if we left the ship, Jem, and found our way right along the coast to some place where we could live till the ship had gone, and then wait till another ship came, we could get enough to eat?”
“Dessay we could.”
“Because if we did, we should be quite independent, and could do as we liked.”
“To be sure, that’s the way it seems to me; but just now, Mas’ Don, I can only think of one thing.”
“What’s that, Jem?”
“How to get a bit of sleep, for the sun has made me as drowsy as a beedle.”
“Well, then, sit down and sleep.”