"Oh!" said her majesty, "Tip and I is twite full of joy and—and——"
"Grey mullet," said Fred, laughing. "Come, Tod, we're going to make this bonfire."
That was a blaze. Surely it could be seen a hundred miles away! What fun they had too, chasing or racing round the flames and through the smoke till Toddie looked like a gipsy's bairn, and Frank was black enough for any Friday.
Then they heaped more wood up with damp stuff to keep it alight.
They washed themselves at the rill, dried their faces with their handkerchiefs, then joined hands and went singing back to the boat.
Frank read aloud from Robinson Crusoe for quite an hour, then they said their prayers and turned in.
But on this night Fred and Frank slept under the sails on the sand, so that they might hear if any boat came, and Toddie and Tip had all the cabin.
"You won't feel lonely, will you, Tod?" said Fred last thing.
"No," said Toddie, "I've dot Tippetty you know, and I s'pose the Dood God isn't vely far away."