What a wonderful hamper it was! A turkey to begin with, and a _Swiss Family Robinson_, and a tool-box, and a telescope, and a pair of home-made socks for grandfather.

We were fain to take possession of our treasures at once, but the old gentleman forbade it, and made us put them all back in the hamper and wait till the morning.
So we went to bed early, hoping thereby, I suppose, to hasten the morning.

But instead of that, the hours dragged past as though the night would never go.

We heard nine o'clock strike, and ten, and eleven.

We weren't in the humour for sleeping, and told one another all the stories we knew--finishing up, of course, with the wreck of the "Wolf King." Then we lay for a long time listening to the storm outside, which seemed to get wilder and wilder as the night dragged on.
The tide, which had been only just turned when we went to bed, sounded now close under the house, and the thunder of the great waves as they broke on the sand seemed to make the very earth vibrate.
Surely it must have been a night like this when the "Wolf King"-- "Tom!" "What ?" "Are you awake ?" "Yes." "It's a storm, isn't it ?" There was a silence for some time, and I supposed Jack had dozed off, but he began again presently.