all sit down to dinner.

"Dear me," exclaimed William, as Ready took the cover off the saucepan,
"what is it that you have so good there?"

"It's a treat I have prepared for you all," replied Ready. "I know that
you are tired of salt meat, so now you are going to feed like
aldermen."

"Why, what is it, Ready?" said Mrs. Seagrave; "it smells very good."

"It is turtle-soup, ma'am; and I hope you will like it; for, if you do,
you may often have it, now that you are on this side of the island."

"Indeed, it really is excellent; but it wants a little salt. Have you
any salt, Juno?"

"Got a little, ma'am. Very little left," replied Juno.

"What shall we do when all our salt is gone?" said Mrs. Seagrave.

"Juno must get some more," replied Ready.

"How I get salt? - hab none left," replied Juno, looking at Ready.

"There's plenty out there, Juno," said Mr. Seagrave, pointing to the
sea.

"I don't know where," said Juno, looking in that direction.