There, I'll sit by and--what shall I do while you are working to oblige me ?" "Make a fishing-net of cocoanut fiber, four feet deep.

Here's plenty of material all prepared." "Why, Mr.Hazel, you must work in your sleep." "No; but of course I am not idle when I am alone; and luckily I have made a spade out of hard wood at odd hours, or all the afternoon would go in making that." "A spade! You are going to dig a hole in the ground and call it a house.
That will not do for me." "You will see," said Hazel.
The boat lay in a little triangular creek; the surrounding earth was alluvial clay; a sort of black cheesy mould, stiff, but kindly to work with the spade.

Hazel cut and chiseled it out at a grand rate, and, throwing it to the sides, raised by degrees two mud banks, one on each side the boat; and at last he dug so deep that he was enabled to draw the boat another yard inland.
As Helen sat by netting and forcing a smile now and then, though sad at heart, he was on his mettle, and the mud walls he raised in four hours were really wonderful.

He squared their inner sides with the spade.

When he had done, the boat lay in a hollow, the walls of which, half natural, half artificial, were five feet above her gunwale, and, of course, eight feet above her bottom, in which Hazel used to lie at night.