“Maybe he’ll find us before we find him,” suggested Mr. Bobbsey. “I should think he would be on the lookout, every day, for a ship to which he could signal to be taken off.”
“Perhaps he is,” said Cousin Jasper. “Well, I hope he comes walking along and finds us. He’ll be very glad to be taken away from this place, I guess.”
“And yet it is lovely here,” said Mrs. Bobbsey. “I never thought we would find oranges growing in such a place.”
“I forgot to speak about them,” said Cousin Jasper. “In fact I was so ill and so miserable after the wreck, that I did not take much notice of what was on the island. But there are many orange trees. It must have, at some time, been quite a grove.”
“I was thinking maybe we’d find cocoanuts,” said Freddie.
“But oranges are just as nice,” put in his little sister.
“Nicer,” Freddie declared. “I like oranges. May we eat some, Mother?”
“Why, yes, I guess so,” answered Mrs. Bobbsey slowly. “Will it be all right, Cousin Jasper?”
“Oh, yes, the oranges are for whomsoever wants them. Help yourselves, children, while we get the things on shore that we need from the motor boat.”
“Oh, goody!” shouted Flossie.