But Lucilla did not complain at their slow progress.

The slowest vessel in the world was preferable just now to a desert island which never moved.
Davids was at the wheel and Mander stood near him.

These old friends had not yet finished talking about what had happened in the days since they had seen each other.

Mrs.Mander sat, not far away, still making clothes, and the little Lena was helping her in her childlike way.
Lucilla and Dickory were still talking about Barbadoes.

There never was a girl who wanted to know so much about an island as that girl wanted to know about Barbadoes.
Suddenly there was a shout from above.
"What's that ?" asked Mander.
"A sail," said Davids, peering out over the sea but able to see nothing.
Lucilla and Dickory did not cease talking.