erested as
Dick.

"Things," replied Emmeline.

Then all at once she took the lid off and disclosed a tiny tea service
of china, packed in shavings; there was a teapot with a lid, a cream
jug, cups and saucers, and six microscopic plates, each painted with a
pansy.

"Sure, it's a tay-set!" said Paddy, in an interested voice. "Glory be
to God! will you look at the little plates wid the flowers on thim?"

"Heugh!" said Dick in disgust; "I thought it might a' been soldiers."

"_I_ don't want soldiers," replied Emmeline, in a voice of perfect
contentment.

She unfolded a piece of tissue paper, and took from it a sugar-tongs
and six spoons. Then she arrayed the whole lot on the sand.

"Well, if that don't beat all!" said Paddy.

"And whin are you goin' to ax me to tay with you?"

"Some time," replied Emmeline, collecting the things, and carefully
repacking them.

Mr Button finished his pipe, tapped the ashes out, and placed it in his
pocket.

"I'll be afther riggin' up a bit of a tint," said he, as he rose to his
feet, "to shelter us from the jew to-night; but I'll first have a look
at the woods to see if I can find wather. Lave your box with the other
things, Emmeline; there's no one here to take it."

Emmeline left her box on the heap of things that Paddy had placed in
the shadow of the cocoa-nut trees, took his hand, and the three entered
the grove on the right.

It was like entering a pine forest; the tall symmetrical stems of the
trees seemed set by mathematical law, each at a given distance from the
other. Whichever way you entered a twilight alley set with tree boles
lay before you. Looking up you saw at an immense distance above a pale
green roof patined with sparkling and flashing points of light, where
the breeze was busy playing with the green fronds of the trees.

"Mr Button," murmured Emmeline, "we won't get lost, will we?"

"Lost! No, faith; sure we're goin' uphill, an' all we have to do is to
come down again, when we want to get back--'ware nuts!" A green nut
detached from up above came down rattling and tumbling and hopped on
the ground. Paddy picked it up. "It's a green cucanut," said he,
putting it in his pocket (it was not very much bigger than a Jaffa
orange), "and we'll have it for tay."

"That's not a cocoa-nut," said Dick; "coco-anuts are brown. I had five
cents once an' I bought one, and scraped it out and y'et it."

"When Dr. Sims made Dicky sick," said Emmeline, "he said the wo