The shipwrecked sufferers then spread out their food, and sat down to a pleasant meal, for the Maynard children had convenient appetites, and could eat at almost any hour of the day. CHAPTER II AN EXASPERATING GUEST "Aren't hard-boiled eggs the very best things to eat in all the world?" said Marjorie, as she looked lovingly at the golden sphere she had just extracted from its ivory setting. "They're awful good," agreed King, "but I like oranges better." "Me eat lollunge," piped up Rosy Posy. "Buffaro Bill would 'ike a lollunge." "So you shall, Baby. Brother'll fix one for you." And the shipwrecked Captain carefully prepared an orange, and gave it bit by bit into the eager, rosy fingers. "Of all things in the world," said Kitty, "I like chocolate creams best." "Oh, so do I, if I'm not hungry!" said Marjorie. "I think I like different things at different times." "Well, it doesn't matter much what you like now," said King, as he gave the last section of orange to Rosy Posy, "for everything is all eaten up. Where'd you get those eggs, Mops? We never hardly have them except on picnics." "I saw them in the pantry. Ellen had them for a salad or something. So I just took them, and told her she could boil some more." "You're a good one, Mopsy," said her brother, looking at her in evident admiration. "The servants never get mad at you. Now if I had hooked those eggs, Ellen would have blown me up sky-high." "Oh, I just smiled at her," said Marjorie, "and then it was all right. Now, what are we going to do next?" "Hark!" said Kingdon, who was again the shipwrecked mariner. "I hear a distant sound as of fierce wild beasts growling and roaring." "My child, my child!" shrieked Kitty, snatching up Arabella. "She will be torn by dreadful lions and tigers!" "We must protect ourselves," declared Marjorie. "Captain, can't you build a barricade? They always do that in books." "Ay, ay, ma'am. But also we must hoist a flag, a signal of distress. For should a ship come by, they might stop and rescue us." "But we have no flag. What can we use for one?" "Give me your daughter's petticoat," said the Captain to Kitty. "Not so!" said Kitty, who was fond of dramatic phrases. "Arabella's petticoat is spandy clean, and I won't have it used to make a flag." "I'll give you a flag," said Marjorie. "Take my hair-ribbon." She began to pull off her red ribbon, but Kingdon stopped her. "No," he said, "that won't do. We're not playing Pirates. It must be a white flag. It's for a signal of distress." Marjorie thought a moment. There really seemed to be no white flag available. "All right!" she cried, in a moment. "I'll give you a piece of my petticoat. It's an old one, and the ruffle is torn anyhow." In a flash, impetuous Marjorie had torn a good-sized bit out of her little white petticoat, and the Captain fastened it to a long branch he had broken from the maple tree.