“Is it a really and truly Robinson Crusoe place?” questioned Flossie.
“I guess we’ll find out about that a little later,” answered her sister.
“I can see the trees now!” exclaimed Freddie presently.
“So can I,” answered his twin.
At last the anchor was dropped in a little bay, which would be sheltered from storms, and then the small boat was lowered so that those who wished might go ashore.
“Oh, what lovely palm trees!” exclaimed Nan, as she saw the beautiful branches near the edge of the island, waving in the gentle breeze.
“They are wonderful,” said Mrs. Bobbsey. “The whole island is covered with them.”
“Do palm leaf fans grow on these trees, Mother?” asked Freddie as they were being rowed ashore by one of the sailors.
“Well, yes, I suppose they could make palm leaf fans from some of the branches of these palm trees,” Mrs. Bobbsey said. “And shall we call this Palm Island? That is, unless it has some other name?” she asked Captain Crane.
“No, I hardly think it has,” he answered. “I was never here before, though I have been on many of the little islands in this part of the sea. So we can call this Palm Island, if you like.”