If the Mander family were anyway embarrassed or annoyed by his presence here, he would make a camp at a little distance and live there by himself.

Perhaps the lady of the tree would kindly send him word if the ship he was looking for should come.
It was about the middle of the afternoon, and Lena had dropped asleep beneath the tree where Dickory and her parents were conversing, when suddenly there rushed upon the little group a most surprising figure.
At the first flash of thought Dickory supposed that a boy from the skies had dropped among them, but in an instant he recognised the face he had seen above the bushes.

It was Lucilla, the daughter of the house! Upon her head was a little straw hat, and she wore a loose tunic and a pair of sailor's trousers, which had been cut off and were short enough to show that her feet and ankles were bare.

Around her waist she had a belt of skins, from which dangled a string of crimson sea-beans.

Her eyes were wide open, her face was pale, and she was trembling with excitement.
"What do you think!" she cried, not caring who was there or who might look at her.