After greeting the grown-up folk, the new-comers turned to encounter Tricksy's solemn, dark eyes and Reggie's bright, twinkling ones. Tricksy shook hands very shyly, and Reggie a little stiffly; then the visitors were taken upstairs to prepare for lunch.
Tricksy turned to Reggie, whose countenance wore a non-committal expression; then she looked at Allan and heaved a little sigh.
'What do you think of them, Tricksy?' inquired Allan.
'Well, I think the little one looks rather nice, but the other is a little proud.'
'Do you think they'd care about our Pirates' Island, and all that?' asked Reggie doubtfully.
'Of course they would. They're no end of a good sort. Hush, they're coming downstairs again.'
'Are you tired after the steamer?' Allan asked his guest during lunch.
'A bit, not very,' replied the elder lad, whose name was Harry. 'Feel a bit as though the floor was rocking.'
'You'll feel like that until you've had a night's rest, anyway,' said Allan. 'Are you too tired to do anything this afternoon?'
'Not at all,' answered his friend. 'Gerald, you're game to do something after lunch, aren't you?'