You will wonder how we get books, but we had a few with us when we were marooned, and since that my father has always asked for books when he has an opportunity of trading off his hides.

But I have read them all over and over again, and if it were not for the ships which I expect to come here and anchor, I am afraid I should grow melancholy." "What sort of ships do you look for ?" asked Dickory, who was gazing upward with so much interest that he felt a little pain in the back of his neck, and who could not help thinking of a framed engraving which hung in his mother's little parlour, and which represented some angels composed of nothing but heads and wings.

He saw no wings under the head of the charming young creature in the tree, but there was no reason which he could perceive why she should not be an angel marooned upon a West Indian island.
"There are a great many of them," said she, "and they're all alike in one way--they never come.

But there's one of them in particular which I look for and look for and look for, and which I believe that some day I shall really see.

I have thought about that ship so often and I have dreamed about it so often that I almost know it must come." "Is it an English ship ?" asked Dickory, speaking with some effort, for he found that the girl's voice came down much more readily than his went up.
"I don't know," said she, "but I suppose it must be, for otherwise I should not understand what the people on board should say to me.