"Mother brought the washing and we have been here since morning," said Petro. "We hoped to catch a fish for our supper and walk home by moonlight."
"We shall do better than that," said his father, as his mother came hastily down the hill to greet them. "How would it please you to eat one of my fish, when we have cooked it, and then sail home with us in the boat?"
"Oh!" squealed Zoe.
"That will be fine!" cried Petro, but Aunt Angeliké said,
"The fish and the supper, yes—but what will we do with my white clothes and the donkey?"
"We shall send the donkey home on his four feet and the clothes on his back, both in charge of one of my sailors," laughed kind Uncle Andreas, and so it was settled.
They had a merry supper on the beach, and the fresh lithrini[22] made a delicious meal, roasted over a fire laid on the stones. Other good things were brought from the ship until Zoe declared she had never seen such a feast.
"Does she not look well, Marco?" said Aunt Angeliké, and Marco replied,