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The
prospect
of
being
so
soon
in
a
position
to
extend
our
observations
to
the
other
islands
,
and
enjoy
a
sail
over
the
beautiful
sea
,
afforded
us
much
delight
,
and
after
dinner
we
set
about
making
the
oars
in
good
earnest
.
Jack
went
into
the
woods
and
blocked
them
roughly
out
with
the
axe
,
and
I
smoothed
them
down
with
the
knife
,
while
Peterkin
remained
in
the
bower
spinning
,
or
rather
twisting
,
some
strong
,
thick
cordage
with
which
to
fasten
them
to
the
boat
.
We
worked
hard
and
rapidly
,
so
that
when
the
sun
went
down
Jack
and
I
returned
to
the
bower
with
four
stout
oars
,
which
required
little
to
be
done
to
them
save
a
slight
degree
of
polishing
with
the
knife
.
As
we
drew
near
we
were
suddenly
arrested
by
the
sound
of
a
voice
.
We
were
not
a
little
surprised
at
this
--
indeed
,
I
may
almost
say
alarmed
;
for
although
Peterkin
was
undoubtedly
fond
of
talking
,
we
had
never
,
up
to
this
time
,
found
him
talking
to
himself
.
We
listened
intently
,
and
still
heard
the
sound
of
a
voice
as
if
in
conversation
.
Jack
motioned
me
to
be
silent
,
and
advancing
to
the
bower
on
tiptoe
,
we
peeped
in
.
The
sight
that
met
our
gaze
was
certainly
not
a
little
amusing
.
On
the
top
of
a
log
which
we
sometimes
used
as
a
table
sat
the
black
cat
with
a
very
demure
expression
on
its
countenance
,
and
in
front
of
it
,
sitting
on
the
ground
with
his
legs
extended
on
either
side
of
the
log
,
was
Peterkin
.
At
the
moment
we
saw
him
he
was
gazing
intently
into
the
cat
's
face
,
with
his
nose
about
four
inches
from
it
,
his
hands
being
thrust
into
his
breeches
pockets
.
"
Cat
,
"
said
Peterkin
,
turning
his
head
a
little
on
one
side
,
"
I
love
you
!
"
There
was
a
pause
,
as
if
Peterkin
awaited
a
reply
to
this
affectionate
declaration
.
But
the
cat
said
nothing
.
"
Do
you
hear
me
?
"
cried
Peterkin
sharply
.
"
I
love
you
--
I
do
!
Do
n't
you
love
me
?
"
To
this
touching
appeal
the
cat
said
"
mew
"
faintly
.
"
Ah
,
that
's
right
!
You
're
a
jolly
old
rascal
!
Why
did
you
not
speak
at
once
,
eh
?
"
and
Peterkin
put
forward
his
mouth
and
kissed
the
cat
on
the
nose
!
