"It would do, so long as the writing remained legible." "I don't think so," said Augusta, "but I will inquire." Accordingly she went and asked Bill and Johnnie: but neither of them had a pencil or a single scrap of paper, and she returned sadly to communicate the news.
"I have got it, I have got it," said Mr.Meeson, as she approached the spot where he lay upon the rock.

"If there is no paper or pen, we must write it in blood upon some linen.

We can make a pen from the feathers of a bird.

I read somewhere in a book of somebody who did that.

It will do as well as anything else." Here was an idea, indeed, and one that Augusta jumped at.