CHAPTER XVIII.
THE BEAUTIFUL ISLAND.
"There, Mollie, what do you think now!" exclaimed the youthful engineer, as he made fast the painter of the boat to a ring in the deck of the schooner.
"You have worked very hard, Noddy, but you have succeeded. You must be very tired."
"I am tired, for I have done a hard day's work."
"You ought to rest now."
"I think I will. We are in no hurry, for we are very comfortable here, and storms don't come very often."
It was late in the afternoon when the work of getting out the boat was finished. Noddy had labored very hard, and he was perfectly willing to rest during the remainder of the day. Mollie made some tea, and they had supper at an early hour. It was a remarkably pleasant day, and the air was as soft and balmy as a poet's dream. Both the young workers were very much fatigued, and they sat upon the deck till dark.
"Where is my father now?" asked Mollie, as she cast a nervous glance towards the beautiful island which they hoped to reach on the following day.