“Let’s get out here, and pretend we’re camping in the woods,” suggested Johnny.
“Oh, yes!” cried Mary and Tommy. So they all got out of the drygoods box, and landed on the island. It was a nice island, with trees on, and some dry wood piled up in a little cave near a place where there were some flat stones.
“I know what let’s do,” proposed Tommy. “Let’s make a fireplace, and cook a dinner, just as if we were shipwrecked sailors.”
“Oh, fine!” exclaimed Johnny.
“And I’ll wash the dishes,” said Mary.
“But we haven’t any dishes to wash,” spoke Tommy.
“And nothing to cook at the fire, or even put on the dishes, so there is no use washing them,” added his brother, sorrowful like.
“That’s so,” agreed Mary. “But perhaps Jiggily Jig, or the newsboy, has something we can cook.”
They both looked in their pockets, and the newsboy shook his head.
“I have nothing,” he said.