How I would like to go to some one of them! To me this island is lonely and doleful.
Every time I look over the sea for a ship I hope that one will come that can carry us away." "Then," said Dickory, "I wish a ship would come to-morrow and take us all away together." She shook her head.

"As my father told you," said she, "we have no place to go to." Dickory thought a good deal about the sad condition of the family of this worthy marooner.

He thought of it even after he had stretched himself for the night upon the bed of palmetto leaves beneath the tree against which he had leaned when he wondered how he could be so cheerful under the shadow of the sad fate which was before him..