Why, there's spare canvas enough in the boat to go between these four trees breast high, and then there's the foresel besides; the mainsel is all you and me shall want, sir." "Oh, excuse me," said Miss Rolleston, "I will not be sheltered at the expense of my friends." "Welch, you are a trump," said Hazel, and ran off for the spare canvas.
He brought it and the carpenter's basket of tools.

They went to work, and Miss Rolleston insisted on taking part in it.

Finding her so disposed, Hazel said that they had better divide their labors, since the time was short.

Accordingly he took the ax and chopped off a great many scales of the palm-tree, and lighted a great fire between the trees, while the other two worked on the canvas.
"This is to dry the soil as well as cook our provisions," said he; "and now I must go and find food.

Is there anything you fancy ?" He turned his head from the fire he was lighting and addressed this question both to Welch and Miss Rolleston.
Miss Rolleston stared at this question, then smiled, and, in the true spirit of a lady, said, "I think I should like a good large cocoanut, if you can find one." She felt sure there was no other eatable thing in the whole island.
"I wants a cabbage," said Welch, in a loud voice.
"Oh, Mr.Welch, we are not at home," said Miss Rolleston, blushing at the preposterous demand.
"No, miss, in Capericorn.