“‘Jack! A hammer in my pocket! It wouldn’t half go in. Just look!’ And she turned inside out a small muslin triangle, and exhibited some crumbs, one raisin, and a pocket handkerchief far from clean.
“‘Well, that’s too bad!’ cried Jack. ‘She’s forgotten every thing, Reggy,—the fish-hooks, the nails, the ball of string, the screw-driver, the—I don’t believe she’s even so much as brought a needle. Have you, Emmy?’
“‘No: I didn’t know we were coming, you see,’ replied Emmy, in an apologizing tone.
“‘Never mind,’ said Reginald, good-naturedly, as Jack gave an indignant snort. ‘Emmy ought to have remembered, of course, because she’s the “Mother” of the party, and the one to bring the “miraculous bag.” But to-morrow or next day there’ll be sure to be a wreck, and lots of nice things come ashore, which will do just as well. So now let’s get this fellow open.’
“It was not an easy job. However, what with stones, and a sharp stick, the lid was at last pried off, and a quantity of damp sawdust revealed.
“The children poked and poked. At last Alice hit upon something hard.
“‘Perhaps it’s a “Westphalia ham,”’ she said. No! it was a bottle.
“It had no label; but Reggy knocked the top off against a stone, and took a mouthful.
“‘Ph-shew!’ he spluttered, and spit it out again.
“‘What is it?’ cried the rest.