"I am thinking," said William, "how we are to get the fowls here; they
are not very wild, but still we cannot catch them."

"I'll bring them with me to-morrow, William."

"But how will you catch them?"

"Wait till they are gone to roost, and then you may catch them when you
please."

"And I suppose the pigeons and the pigs must run wild?"

"The best thing we can do with them."

"Then we shall have to shoot them, I suppose?"

"Well, William, so we shall; and the pigeons also, when they have
become plentiful, if we remain here so long. We shall soon be well
stocked and live in plenty. But now you must help me to get the tent up
and everything in order, so that your mamma may find things comfortable
on her arrival, for she will be very tired, I dare say, walking through
the wood."

"Mamma is much better than she was," replied William. "I think she will
soon be quite strong again, especially when she comes to live at this
beautiful place."

"We have a great deal of work to do, more than we can get through
before the rainy season; which is a pity, but it can't helped; by this
time next year we shall be more comfortable."