"We ain't hungry.

Are we, Henny ?" "But I must go and get ready for dinner," said Lloyd, rising.
"Will you tell us some more to-morrow ?" begged Howell, holding her skirts with his dirty little hand.
"Yes, yes," promised Lloyd, laughing and breaking loose from his hold.
"I'll tell you as many stories as you want." It was a rash promise, for next day, no sooner had she finished breakfast and started to take her morning walk around the deck with her father, than the boys were at her heels.

They were eating bananas as they staggered along, and as fast as one disappeared another was dragged out of their blouses, which seemed pouched out all around their waists with an inexhaustible supply.

Up and down they followed her, until Papa Jack began to laugh, and ask what she had done to tame the little savages.
As soon as she stopped at her chair they dropped down on the floor, tailor-fashion, waiting for her to begin.

Their devotion amused her at first, and gratified her later, when the English woman who had complained of their manners stopped to speak to her.
"You are a real little 'good Samaritan,'" she said, "to keep those two nuisances quiet.