The girl shuddered.
"How lonely!" she said.
"Lonely or not," I said with a laugh (luckily I can speak with a laugh when I want to), "I must get to work."
I set myself to work to haul up and arrange our effects. With a few stones I made a rude table and seats. I took care to laugh and sing as much as possible while at my work. The close of the day found me still busy with my labours.
"Miss Croyden," I said, "I must now arrange a place for you to sleep."
With the aid of four stakes driven deeply into the ground and with blankets strung upon them, I managed to fashion a sort of rude tent, roofless, but otherwise quite sheltered.
"Miss Croyden," I said when all was done, "go in there."
Then, with little straps which I had fastened to the blankets, I buckled her in reverently.
"Good night, Miss Croyden," I said.
"But you," she exclaimed, "where will you sleep?"