CHAPTER XXI. THE GARLAND OF FLOWERS
You could just make the figure out lying on the reef near the little cask, and comfortably sheltered from the sun by an upstanding lump of coral.
“ He’s asleep,” said d**k.
He had not thought to look towards the reef from the beach, or he might have seen the figure before.
“ Dicky!” said Emmeline.
“ Well?”
“ How did he get over, if you said the dinghy was tied to the tree?”
“ I don’t know,” said d**k, who had not thought of this; “there he is, anyhow. I’ll tell you what, Em, we’ll row across and wake him. I’ll boo into his ear and make him jump.”
They got down from the rock, and came back down through the wood. As they came Emmeline picked flowers and began making them up into one of her wreaths. Some scarlet hibiscus, some bluebells,
