But the sailor said, in a quiet tone of voice: "Are you the only one as lives on this 'ere island ?" "Your grammar's bad," was the reply.

"But this is my own exclusive island, and I'll thank you to get off it as soon as possible." "We'd like to do that," said Trot, and then she and Cap'n Bill turned away and walked down to the shore, to see if any other land was in sight.
The little man rose and followed them, although both were now too provoked to pay any attention to him.
"Nothin' in sight, partner," reported Cap'n Bill, shading his eyes with his hand; "so we'll have to stay here for a time, anyhow.

It isn't a bad place, Trot, by any means." "That's all you know about it!" broke in the little man.

"The trees are altogether too green and the rocks are harder than they ought to be.

I find the sand very grainy and the water dreadfully wet.