She was one of the kind that's strong on foolish questions.

"How the blazes should I know?" raps back young Hollister. "I can't
start the blasted thing."

"Never mind," says Mabel cheerful. "We haven't finished the sandwiches
yet."

Next time I takes a peek Payne has his tool kit spread out and is busy
takin' things apart. He's getting' himself all smeared up with grease
and oil too. Pity; for he'd started out lookin' so neat and nifty.
Meanwhile we'd fed Mabel to the limit, got her propped up with
cushions, and she's noddin' contented.

"Guess I'll do some exploring" says I.

"But I've been wanting to do that this half-hour," says Vee.

"Well, let's then," says I.

"Go on," says Mabel, "and tell me about it afterward."

Oh, yes, we explores. Say, I'm a bear for that too! You have to go
hand in hand over the rocks, to keep from slippin'. And the fog makes
it all the nicer. We didn't go far before we came to the edge. Then
we cross in another direction, and comes to more edge.

"Why, we're on a little island!" says Vee.