Jack generously offered all his share, but Ernest and Francis were anxious to taste the milk themselves.
"But the monkey must live," said Jack, petulantly.
"And so must we all," said mamma.

"Supper is ready, and we will reserve the cocoa-nuts for dessert." We sat down on the ground, and the supper was served on our gourd-rind service, which answered the purpose admirably.

My impatient boys had broken the nuts, which they found excellent, and they made themselves spoons of the shell.

Jack had taken care the monkey had his share; they dipped the corner of their handkerchiefs in the milk, and let him suck them.

They were going to break up some more nuts, after emptying them through the natural holes, but I stopped them, and called for a saw.