We didn't find any good place, and the few fish we caught didn't pay for the trouble of going there; but we walked all over a big pineapple plantation and had a splendid view from the highest hill on the whole island.
It was pretty late in the afternoon when we reached home, and I made up my mind that the next time I went so far to fish, in a semi-tropical country, I'd go with a party who wore suits that would do for riding.
Rectus and Corny and Mrs.Chipperton were up in the silk-cotton tree when I got home, and I went there and sat down.

Mrs.Chipperton lent me her fan.
Corny and Rectus were looking over the "permission paper" which the English governor had given us.
"I guess this isn't any more use, now," said Corny, "as we've done all we can for kings and queens, but Rectus says that if you agree I can have it for my autograph book.

I never had a governor's signature." "Certainly, you can have it," I said.

"And he's a different governor from the common run.

None of your State governors, but a real British governor, like those old fellows they set over us in our colony-days." "Indeed!" said Mrs.Chipperton, smiling.