"I am sorry, sir," said he, "that I am not able to present you to my daughter Lucilla.

It is a great grief to us that her attire compels her to deny herself other company than that of her family.

I really believe, sir, that it is Lucilla's deprivations on this island which form at present my principal discontent with my situation.

But we all enjoy good health, we have enough to eat, and shelter over us, and should not complain." As soon as he was at liberty to do so, Dickory walked by the hedge of low bushes, and there, above it, was the bright face, with the pretty grass hat.
"I was waiting for you," said she.

"I wanted to see how that hat fitted, and I think it does nicely.