"Peggy."
"Well, let's be on a desert island, shall we? An' nothin' to eat nor anything, shall we? Come on."
She nodded eagerly.
"How lovely!"
They wandered out on to the promenade, and among a large crowd of passers-by bemoaned the lonely emptiness of the island and scanned the horizon for a sail. In the far distance on the cliffs could be seen the figures of Mr. Percival Jones and William's sister, walking slowly away from the town.
At last they turned towards the hut.
"We must find somethin' to eat," said William firmly. "We can't let ourselves starve to death."
"Shrimps?" suggested Peggy cheerfully.
"We haven't got nets," said William. "We couldn't save them from the wreck."
"Periwinkles?"