They were having a picnic amidst delightful surroundings.

Yesterday at this time--she almost yielded to a rush of sentiment, but forced it back with instant determination.

Tears were a poor resource, unmindful of God's goodness to herself and her companion.

Without the sailor what would have become of her, even were she thrown ashore while still living?
She knew none of the expedients which seemed to be at his command.

It was a most ungrateful proceeding to be vexed with him for her own thoughtless suggestion that she occupied a new role as Mrs.Crusoe.
"Can I do nothing to help ?" she exclaimed.