"Why," said she, "it's a map!"
"What kind of a map?" said Freddie.
"It's a map of an Island," said Aunt Amanda. "Where's Toby? I wish he would come home. It looks like an Island, and there's writing here on it. Looks like some sailorman might have drawn it, maybe; it's certainly pretty old. I wish Toby would come."
"What's the writing on it, Aunt Amanda?" said Freddie.
"Well, here at the top it says, 'Correction Island,' and under that it says, 'Spanish Main.' Bless me; that's where the pirates used to——"
"Pirates?" said Freddie, his eyes sparkling.
"Yes, pirates, of course. You've heard of the Spanish Main, haven't you?"
"Yes'm. It's a long way off. You have to go there in a ship. Have you ever been there?"
"Me? Me been to the Spanish Main? Mercy sakes, no, child! What would I be doing on the Spanish Main? I ain't been outside of this town since I was born."