"Listen--don't interrupt me--I'm going to have the refreshments served on this island.
I'm going to have the old painter's scaffold for a _gang-plank_ leading to it----" "There are refreshments then ?" Townsend asked quietly.
"Refreshments?
Aren't you perfectly _terrible_! Of course there are--_oceans_ of them." "No more oceans for me," said Townsend.

"Hereafter I'm going to live on shore.

My sailing--flopping--days are over." "You're too funny for anything," said Minerva.

"Listen, do you see that little tent?
The refreshments are all in there.

There's just time before the guests all come to move everything over here.