It would have done capitally for breakfast if you had." "Breakfast enough here," said he, holding up the oysters, as we landed and ran up the beach.

"Hallo! Peterkin, here you are, boy.

Split open these fellows while Ralph and I put on our clothes.

They'll agree with the cocoa nuts excellently, I have no doubt." Peterkin, who was already dressed, took the oysters, and opened them with the edge of our axe, exclaiming, "Now, that _is_ capital.

There's nothing I'm so fond of." "Ah! that's lucky," remarked Jack.