“When I heard poor Mr. Pott telling how he had been shipwrecked,” said Mrs. Brown, “I little thought how soon we would be in the same plight.”
“We aren’t exactly shipwrecked,” objected her husband.
“It’s almost as bad,” she replied, smiling. “We’re marooned on this island with a wild man.”
“Maybe Will and Sam will tame him,” Mr. Brown said, with a laugh.
Bunny, having caught the name of Mr. Pott, came over to his father and mother to ask:
“Did we have any letters from Mr. Pott? Did he say he liked the apples I took to him?”
“And the flowers?” cried Sue. “I took flowers!”
“No, we haven’t heard from Mr. Pott,” said Daddy Brown. “The only way we could have heard while aboard the Beacon would have been by radio, and I guess poor Mr. Pott isn’t able to send any wireless messages.”
“Poor old man!” murmured Mrs. Brown. “I wonder whether he’s heard from his lost son?”
“And about the treasure!” added Bunny. “He wanted the treasure, too!”