Each morning I took our latitude and longitude.

By this I then set my watch, cooked porridge, and picked flowers till Miss Croyden appeared.
With every day the girl came forth from her habitation as a new surprise in her radiant beauty.

One morning she had bound a cluster of wild arbutus about her brow.

Another day she had twisted a band of convolvulus around her waist.

On a third she had wound herself up in a mat of bulrushes.
With her bare feet and wild bulrushes all around her, she looked as a cave woman might have looked, her eyes radiant with the Caribbean dawn.
My whole frame thrilled at the sight of her.