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"And as for you, Joan," went on the happy man, "you look like the spirit of the island, with moss in your hair and wind in your eyes, and sun and stars mixed in your face." AND AS FOR YOU JOAN WENT ON THE HAPPY MAN YOU LOOK LIKE THE SPIRIT OF THE ISLAND WITH MOSS IN YOUR HAIR AND WIND IN YOUR EYES AND SUN AND STARS MIXED IN YOUR FACE
 eaten in a day is no wise occupation for experienced campers. And as we landed towards six o'clock we heard the clergyman singing as usual and saw his wife and Sangree shaking out their blankets in the sun, and dressed in a fashion that finally dispelled all memories of streets and civilisation. "The Little People lit the fire for me," cried Maloney, looking natural and at home in his ancient flannel suit and breaking off in the middle of his singing, "so I've got the porridge going—and this time it's not burnt." We reported the discovery of water and held up the fish. "Good! Good again!" he cried. "We'll have the first decent breakfast we've had this year. Sangree'll clean 'em in no time, and the Bo'sun's Mate—" "Will fry them to a turn," laughed the voice of Mrs. Maloney, appearing on the scene in a tight blue jersey and sandals, and catching up the frying-pan. Her husband always called her the Bo'sun's Mate in Camp, because it was her duty, among others, to pipe all hands to meals. MORE FISH THAN MAY BE STORED OR EATEN IN A DAY IS NO WISE OCCUPATION FOR EXPERIENCED CAMPERS AND AS WE LANDED TOWARDS SIX O'CLOCK WE HEARD THE CLERGYMAN SINGING AS USUAL AND SAW HIS WIFE AND SANGREE SHAKING OUT THEIR BLANKETS IN THE SUN AND DRESSED IN A FASHION THAT FINALLY DISPELLED ALL MEMORIES OF STREETS AND CIVILIZATION THE LITTLE PEOPLE LIT THE FIRE FOR ME CRIED MALONEY LOOKING NATURAL AND AT HOME IN HIS ANCIENT FLANNEL SUIT AND BREAKING OFF IN THE MIDDLE OF HIS SINGING SO I'VE GOT THE PORRIDGE GOING AND THIS TIME IT'S NOT BURNT WE REPORTED THE DISCOVERY OF WATER AND HELD UP THE FISH GOOD GOOD AGAIN HE CRIED WE'LL HAVE THE FIRST DECENT BREAKFAST WE'VE HAD THIS YEAR SANGREE'LL CLEAN EM IN NO TIME AND THE BO'SUN'S MATE WE'LL FRY THEM TO A TURN LAUGHED THE VOICE OF MISSUS MALONEY APPEARING ON THE SCENE IN A TIGHT BLUE JERSEY AND SANDALS AND CATCHING UP THE FRYING PAN HER FATHER ALWAYS CALLED HER THE BO'SUN'S MAID IN CAMP BECAUSE IT WAS HER DUTY AMONG OTHERS TO PIPE ALL HANDS TO MEALS
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