"How about the eats over there, Kid?" Warde called.

"They're all right," called Pee-wee, "only the ice cream is starting to
melt. I stuck my finger in through the ice and the cream is kind of
oozing out. Maybe I better eat it, hey? It won't hold out till the
tide comes in. I ate a sandwich and that made me thirsty and I didn't
want to be drinking the lemonade so I ate a piece of ice out of the
freezer and that made me more thirsty so I drank some lemonade anyway
and that made me hungry again and I'm going to eat a sardine sandwich
only I'm afraid that'll make me thirsty and----"

"This is horrible," said Townsend; "it's like an endless chain. Where
will the end be?"

"Do you think it would be all right for me to eat some chicken salad?"
Pee-wee shouted. "The tide won't be high enough to float this island
for two hours."

"Don't!" called Warde, stopping up his ears. "Have a heart."

"Have a what?" called Pee-wee.

"Have a doughnut," shouted Roy.

"All right," called Pee-wee. "There's some dandy cheese here in a kind
of a little jar--_yum--yum_!"

"Don't!" shrieked Warde.