guessed they went to hell--at least he hoped they did, for they
were always scratchin' up the flowers. Then he told me not to tell
anyone he'd said that, for it was a swear word, and he oughtn't to
have said it. I asked him what he'd give me if I didn't tell, an' he
gave me five cents. That was the day I bought the cocoa-nut."

The tent, a makeshift affair, consisting of two sculls and a tree
branch, which Mr Button had sawed off from a dwarf aoa, and the
staysail he had brought from the brig, was pitched in the centre
of the beach, so as to be out of the way of falling cocoa-nuts,
should the breeze strengthen during the night. The sun had set, but
the moon had not yet risen as they sat in the starlight on the sand
near the temporary abode.

"What's the things you said made the boots for the people,
Paddy?" asked Dick, after a pause.

"Which things?"

"You said in the wood I wasn't to talk, else--"

"Oh, the Cluricaunes--the little men that cobbles the Good
People's brogues. Is it them you mane?"

"Yes," said Dick, not knowing quite whether it was them or not
that he meant, but anxious for information that he felt would be
curious. "And what are the good people?"

"Sure, where were you born and bred that you don't know the Good
People is the other name for the fairies--savin' their presence?"