One of
these fellers is a native because he was on it before it was an island."
"Look out you don't get your feet wet on the stern and rock-bound
coast," said Townsend. "Hold the lantern, Brownie."
"Did you ever _see_ such a thing!" said Minerva Skybrow, emerging
through the bushes, accompanied by her official staff. "Walter Harris,
what in goodness' name are you doing here? I thought you were robbers.
What in _all creation_ are you up to? And how did you happen to get
here?"
"We've been going around quite a little lately," said Townsend quietly.
"This is Townsend Ripley," said Pee-wee; "he's a friend of mine; these
fellers are all friends of mine. We're exploring."
"We're very glad to meet you, Mr. Ripley," said Minerva, while Miss
Daring whispered in the ear of Miss Timerson, "Isn't he nice? So tall."
"We thought we'd come to the party," said Pee-wee.
"Have you any parking space for islands?" Townsend asked.
"Oh, _indeed_ we have," said Minerva, "and you're going to be the star
guests. May we step on the island?"
"Yes, indeed, it's very steady," said Townsend, helping them one after
another onto the frowning coast while Brownie held the lantern.
"Wherever we go we take our island with us; it's like ivory soap, it
floats. Will you have a piece of wild chocolate, out of the heart of
the interior?"
"Isn't he just _lovely_," whispered Miss Daring.
"So can we stay?" asked Pee-wee.
"Stay? I wouldn't let you go for anything," said Minerva.
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