You must try and grow up just such a man, my lad." There was again a silence, broken at last by the major.
"I want to go exploring here, Mark," he said.

"I expect this will prove to be a very wonderful place." "But I thought such an island as this would be full of beautiful birds." "Perhaps it is, but the birds are all sitting under their sun-shades till the sun begins to go down.

Why, Mark, we shall be in clover!" "But about food, sir?
What shall we do for food for such a party?
The stores won't last long." "Now, that's a boy all over," said the major, chuckling.

"Food! My word, how a boy does love the larder! There, don't look so serious, Mark.

I was just as bad, I can remember, at home, enjoying my own school-room breakfast, then getting a little more when my father had his; having a little lunch; then my dinner, followed by my tea; after which dessert, when they had theirs, in the dining-room; lastly, a bit of supper; and I finished off by taking biscuits or baking-pears to bed." "Yes, sir," said Mark; "but that was in England." "Well, never mind.