I've no doubt that Bobby, had he never been sent adrift, and had he never found his way here, would now be living in a fine mansion somewhere, and if he had been brought here directly from the luxuries of that mansion would have found this _igloo_ unbearable, and instead of praising its comforts, as he is, would be denouncing it as unendurable, and the good supper we have just eaten as unfit to eat.

And in that case it would have been a terrible hardship for him to spend even a single night here." "I'm glad, then, that I came away from the mansion and its finery," declared Bobby.

"But I've often wondered who the dead man was that Father found in the boat with me.

I've often felt strange about that, and every summer when we're here I go over and look at his grave." "I remember you spoke of him as 'Uncle Robert,'" said Skipper Ed.
"Perhaps he was your uncle." "I wonder--and I wonder--" said Bobby.

"I wonder if my real mother and father are living, and whether they have stopped feeling bad about me, and forgotten me.