"Walter Harris, what in goodness' name are you doing here?
I thought you were robbers.
What in _all creation_ are you up to?
And how did you happen to get here ?" "We've been going around quite a little lately," said Townsend quietly.
"This is Townsend Ripley," said Pee-wee; "he's a friend of mine; these fellers are all friends of mine.

We're exploring." "We're very glad to meet you, Mr.Ripley," said Minerva, while Miss Daring whispered in the ear of Miss Timerson, "Isn't he nice?
So tall." "We thought we'd come to the party," said Pee-wee.
"Have you any parking space for islands ?" Townsend asked.
"Oh, _indeed_ we have," said Minerva, "and you're going to be the star guests.

May we step on the island ?" "Yes, indeed, it's very steady," said Townsend, helping them one after another onto the frowning coast while Brownie held the lantern.
"Wherever we go we take our island with us; it's like ivory soap, it floats.

Will you have a piece of wild chocolate, out of the heart of the interior ?" "Isn't he just _lovely_," whispered Miss Daring.
"So can we stay ?" asked Pee-wee.
"Stay?
I wouldn't let you go for anything," said Minerva.

"Listen, girls, I've got an _inspiration_----" "I have lots of those," said Pee-wee.
"They grow wild here," said Townsend.
"Listen," said Minerva, "I have a perfectly _marvellous_ idea." She sat down on the grocery box and in her joy and excitement fairly drowned out Pee-wee who was struggling with a vehement running narrative of the day's adventures.
"Oh, it will be simply _divine_," said Minerva.