It would be rather a long job, but they set to work with a will, and in
three days' time they had dragged everything they wanted up to Fort
Fairyland. The building of the hut was fine fun. At first it was only
meant to be a kind of shelter on poles, but, as they had so much time
upon their hands, they agreed to build real walls, and leave space for a
door and a window. In little more than a week they had the framework all
up, and the roof all made. It was thatched first with broad leaves, and
then with grass. And, mind you a short ladder had to be made first to
permit them to do the thatching. When this was finished, all the sides
were filled in with willow branches, except door and window. Never a hole
was left in it, for Aralia and Pansy collected heaps and heaps of dried
moss, and the boys worked this in to fill up the gaps.

And when all was finished, and wicker seats made, it did look a cosy
little hut indeed.

But all the cooking was done out-of-doors. There were no sauce-pans to
clean, nor knives nor forks. The plates were broad leaves, and for knives
and forks the castaways used pointed sticks.

It really wasn't bad fun at all being Crusoes in such a place as this.

But--dear me! there is always a "but" about everything--how was it all to
end?

And where was the _Valhalla_?

Except for these two questions, which would keep on running through Tom's
and Frank's minds, they could have been quite contented--well, for a time