The pieces are all numbered.

You only have to put them together.' He led them to a large room behind the hall of Public Amusements and took down from a shelf a stout box labelled 'The Grange.' On another box Philip saw 'Laburnum Cottage.' Mr.Noah, kneeling on his yellow mat, tumbled the contents of the box out on the floor, and Philip and Lucy set to work to build a house with the exquisitely finished little blocks and stones and beams and windows and chimneys.
'I cannot bear to see you go,' said Mr.Noah.

'Good-bye, good-bye.
Remember me sometimes!' 'We shall never forget you,' said the children, jumping up hugging him.
'Good-bye!' said the parrot who had followed them in.
'Good-bye, good-bye!' said everybody.
'I wish the _Lightning Loose_ was not lost,' Philip even at this parting moment remembered to say.
'She isn't,' said Mr.Noah.

'She flew back to the island directly you left her.

Sails are called wings, are they not?
White wings that never grow weary, you know.