“Yes, if you drop the h it’s all right!”
“O-oh!” cried the others in chorus. Chub bowed modestly.
“I’d like another egg, please,” he said.
“Well, you don’t deserve it,” said Roy. “But I’ll give you Harry’s.”
“I’ll compromise on half.”
“Here, I’ll cook another,” said Dick, but Chub and Roy decided that half an egg would be all they could eat with comfort.
After breakfast it was decided that they were to walk around the island, or, in the words of Harry, explore their domain.
“I tell you what we ought to do,” said Roy. “We ought to make a [map] of it, showing all the bays and peninsulas and—and—”
“Rivers,” suggested Chub. “Who’s going to do it?”
“I will,” Roy answered. “Where can I get a piece of paper?”