HE DANCED GAYLY ABOUT THE ROOM, TOSSING HIS CROWN BEFORE HIM LIKE A BALL
“Oh, what a good story!” cried Lesley.
“Stump-ery, true-ery
I love you-ery!”
and she pressed close to the blue-clad arm beside her.
“Much obliged to you, Don Pancho,” said Ronald in an offhand, manly way.
Nobody else said anything, for Jenny Lind had wandered away and Jim Crow had flapped his wings once or twice and departed, crying as he went, “Caw! Caw! I know a better story than that, about a pirate and a buried treasure.”
There had been a rabbit in almost constant attendance upon the party, but he had popped up and popped down so frequently that it was hard to tell at any given time whether it was himself or his brother, and probably timidity would have hindered either of them from giving applause even to a better story than that of the White Slipper.
CHAPTER IX
LESLEY TO THE RESCUE!
Many seemingly uneventful weeks slipped by after Stumpy’s recovery and return to the storehouse, but you may be sure that they were far from uneventful to the folk of the island. Life is never very dull when, like the gulls, the murres, the gannets, and the rabbits, you have to seek out your daily food and shelter and go without it, if you find nothing suitable. The domestic animals on the island were well provided for; still, there were daily and exciting climbing-parties among the goats and kids, and Jenny Lind amused herself by hiding away from the Lightkeeper whenever there seemed a chance that she might be asked to draw the little car to the shore.