"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. "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. I want
you boys to help me. We're going to call it the _dessert island_
instead of the _desert island_. Isn't that adorable? Isn't it odd?
Everyone will go into raptures over it, you see if they don't. You'll
let us use your island, won't you?"