"The same thing happened to me." "Oh, did it?
And how did you happen to come to this island ?" asked the girl.
"I didn't come; the neighbors brought me," replied the little man, with a frown at the recollection.

"They said I was quarrelsome and fault-finding and blamed me because I told them all the things that went wrong, or never were right, and because I told them how things ought to be.

So they brought me here and left me all alone, saying that if I quarreled with myself, no one else would be made unhappy.

Absurd, wasn't it ?" "Seems to me," said Cap'n Bill, "those neighbors did the proper thing." "Well," resumed Pessim, "when I found myself King of this island I was obliged to live upon fruits, and I found many fruits growing here that I had never seen before.

I tasted several and found them good and wholesome.