Baby Island by Brink Carol Ryrie & Sewell Helen

Author:Brink, Carol Ryrie & Sewell, Helen [Brink, Carol Ryrie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Simon & Schuster, Inc.
Published: 2012-06-19T04:00:00+00:00

“Do boats ever stop here?”

“Where do you get your milk?”

The unfortunate English seaman put his hands over his ears.

“Questions!” he cried, “just like my brother’s wife, Maggie! Young ’uns! Just like my brother’s wife, Maggie! I come ’ere to be rid o’ that.”

“I’m sorry,” said Mary politely, “but there are so many things we want to know.”

“Bly’me!” went on Mr. Peterkin bitterly. “I never thought to see babies on a desert hi’land. No, sir! I give up my ’ome, I give up my sweetheart, Belinda, I give up all I ’olds dear, to get free from the likes o’ you! But ’ere you be, aknocking on my werry door!”

“Oh!” said Mary and Jean, rather taken aback, and Mary added regretfully, “You aren’t very glad to see us, are you?”

“You asks your questions so fast, maybe I am an’ maybe I’m not. Give me time to think it over.”

“You see we haven’t had a chance to ask questions for a very long time. I expect that’s why we ask so many.”

“It muddles me,” said Mr. Peterkin plaintively.

Just then a frightful uproar broke out in the cabin. Prince Charley, unnoticed by the girls, had gone inside to explore, and they could now hear his angry chatter mingled with outraged cries from the hoarse voice which had previously been heard singing.

“Oh, save my Charley from the pirates!” screamed Jean.

“’Ey Halfred, what’s the matter?” shouted Mr. Peterkin, going inside.

There was a moment’s pause, full of terrible suspense. Then Prince Charley came out first, triumphantly clutching in his small brown hand several long green and red feathers. Next came Mr. Peterkin, very angry, with a large red and green parrot on his shoulder, ruffling its feathers and crying hoarsely: “Oh, you would, would you? Oh, you would, would you?”

Jean, with Charley on her shoulder, and Mr. Peterkin, with Halfred on his, gazed at each other angrily.

See the front of battle lour!

But just at this moment Mary saw something which made her forget everything else. Around the shanty had come a little white goat. She uttered only one word, but that one word meant everything to Mary.

“Milk!”

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