Never a hole was left in it, for Aralia and Pansy collected heaps and heaps of dried moss, and the boys worked this in to fill up the gaps.
And when all was finished, and wicker seats made, it did look a cosy little hut indeed.
But all the cooking was done out-of-doors.

There were no sauce-pans to clean, nor knives nor forks.

The plates were broad leaves, and for knives and forks the castaways used pointed sticks.
It really wasn't bad fun at all being Crusoes in such a place as this.
But--dear me! there is always a "but" about everything--how was it all to end?
And where was the _Valhalla_?
Except for these two questions, which would keep on running through Tom's and Frank's minds, they could have been quite contented--well, for a time at all events..