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"No," replied Jack, "we can't have a sail, but I hope we shall have a row, as I intend to work hard at the oars this afternoon, and, if we can't get them finished by sunset we'll light our candle-nuts, and turn them out of hands before we turn into bed.""Very good," said Peterkin, tossing a lump of pork to the cat, who received it with a mew of satisfaction."I'll help you, if I can.""Afterwards," continued Jack, "we will make a sail out of the cocoa-nut cloth, and rig up a mast, and then we shall be able to sail to some of the other islands, and visit our old friends the penguins."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 tip-toe, 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, "Ilove 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.

Don'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!

"Yes," continued Peterkin, after a pause, "I love you.D'you think I'd say so if I didn't, you black villain? I love you because I've got to take care of you, and to look after you, and to think about you, and to see that you don't die - ""Mew, me-a-w!" said the cat.

"Very good," continued Peterkin, "quite true, I have no doubt; but you've no right to interrupt me, sir.Hold your tongue till I have done speaking.Moreover, cat, I love you because you came to me the first time you ever saw me, and didn't seem to be afraid, and appeared to be fond of me, though you didn't know that I wasn't going to kill you.Now, that was brave, that was bold, and very jolly, old boy, and I love you for it - I do!"Again there was a pause of a few minutes, during which the cat looked placid, and Peterkin dropped his eyes upon its toes as if in contemplation.Suddenly he looked up.

"Well, cat, what are you thinking about now? won't speak? eh? Now, tell me; don't you think it's a monstrous shame that these two scoundrels, Jack and Ralph, should keep us waiting for our supper so long?"Here the cat arose, put up its back and stretched itself; yawned slightly, and licked the point of Peterkin's nose!

"Just so, old boy, you're a clever fellow, - I really do believe the brute understands me!" said Peterkin, while a broad grin overspread his face, as he drew back and surveyed the cat.

At this point Jack burst into a loud fit of laughter.The cat uttered an angry fuff and fled, while Peterkin sprang up and exclaimed, -"Bad luck to you, Jack! you've nearly made the heart jump out of my body, you have.""Perhaps I have," replied Jack, laughing, as we entered the bower, "but, as I don't intend to keep you or the cat any longer from your supper, I hope that you'll both forgive me."Peterkin endeavoured to turn this affair off with a laugh, but Iobserved that he blushed very deeply at the time we discovered ourselves, and he did not seem to relish any allusion to the subject afterwards; so we refrained from remarking on it ever after, - though it tickled us not a little at the time.

After supper we retired to rest and to dream of wonderful adventures in our little boat, and distant voyages upon the sea.