"Yes, indeed, it's very steady," said Townsend, helping them one after another onto the frowning coast while Brownie held the lantern. "Wherever we go we take our island with us; it's like ivory soap, it floats. Will you have a piece of wild chocolate, out of the heart of the interior?"
"Isn't he just lovely," whispered Miss Daring.
"So can we stay?" asked Pee-wee.
"Stay? I wouldn't let you go for anything," said Minerva. "Listen, girls, I've got an inspiration——"
"I have lots of those," said Pee-wee.
"They grow wild here," said Townsend.
"Listen," said Minerva, "I have a perfectly marvellous idea."
She sat down on the grocery box and in her joy and excitement fairly drowned out Pee-wee who was struggling with a vehement running narrative of the day's adventures.
"Oh, it will be simply divine," said Minerva. "Listen—don't interrupt me—I'm going to have the refreshments served on this island. I'm going to have the old painter's scaffold for a gang-plank leading to it——"
"There are refreshments then?" Townsend asked quietly.