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nothing to cook; the shed had no furniture other than the rude stool which

the little man was accustomed to sit upon. He called it his "throne" and they

let him keep it.

So they lived upon the island for three days, and rested and ate to their

hearts' content. Still, they were not at all happy in this life because of Pessim.

He continually found fault with them, and all that they did, and all their

surroundings. He could see nothing good or admirable in all the world and

Trot soon came to understand why the little man's former neighbors had

brought him to this island and left him there, all alone, so he could not annoy

anyone. It was their misfortune that they had been led to this place by their

adventures, for often they would have preferred the company of a wild beast to

that of Pessim.

On the fourth day a happy thought came to the Ork. They had all been

racking their brains for a possible way to leave the island, and discussing this

or that method, without finding a plan that was practical. Cap'n Bill had said

he could make a raft of the trees, big enough to float them all, but he had no

tools except those two pocketknives and it was not possible to chop down tree

with such small blades.

And s'pose we got afloat on the ocean," said Trot, "where would we drift to,

and how long would it take us to get there?"

Cap'n Bill was forced to admit he didn't know. The Ork could fly away from

the island any time it wished to, but the queer creature was loyal to his new

friends and refused to leave them in such a lonely, forsaken place.

It was when Trot urged him to go, on this fourth morning, that the Ork had

his happy thought.

I will go," said he, "if you two will agree to ride upon my back."

We are too heavy; you might drop us," objected Cap'n Bill.

Yes, you are rather heavy for a long journey," acknowledged the Ork, "but you

might eat of those lavender berries and become so small that I could carry you

with ease."

This quaint suggestion startled Trot and she looked gravely at the speaker

while she considered it, but Cap'n Bill gave a scornful snort and asked:

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