"Well, Madge isn't here, and you can't write home if you wished to. So content you."
"But goodness knows, Adolph, there are scores and scores of empty bottles on board. Suppose we write scores and scores of letters and send them adrift in the scores and scores of bottles?"
"What would be the use?"
"Oh, some would be picked up, and then a ship would be sent to take us off."
"Off? Do you know where we are, latitude and longitude and all that? If not, how could you tell them where to come to?"
Kep scratched his wise head. "I daresay that is the drawback," he said.
"We'll just have to wait till the ship comes, Kep, as patiently as a penguin on a rock."
"But the ship is sure to come, ain't it?"
"I reckon it will, some day."
"And we'll take turns at lighting fires on the rocks, and make a broom and hoist it. I think, Adolph, we can look forward to some real good fun."