this island, and I rowed down to try and get some, but I
missed two."
The boy blushed most becomingly whenever he spoke, and his
voice, and the way he said words, were different from anything
Margaret had ever heard. And she admired him tremendously.
And the boy, because she had spent a night on a desert island,
which he never had, admired her in turn.

"Maybe we'll find 'Laddin on the way," said Margaret,
cheerfully, and she looked up with great eyes at her godlike
young friend.




V


Meanwhile to Aladdin and his log divers things had occurred,
but the wonderful lamp, burning low or high at the will of the
river, had not gone out. Sliding through the smoking fog at
three miles an hour, kicking and paddling, all had gone well
for a while. Then, for he was more keen than Margaret to note
the fog's promise to lift, at the very moment when the shores
began to appear and mark his course as favorable, at the very
moment when the sun struck one end of the log, an eddy of the
current struck the other, and sent the stanch little craft
Good Luck and her captain by a wide curve back up the river.
The backward journey was slow and tortuous, and twice when the
Good Luck turned turtle, submerging Aladdin, he gave himself