There were several articles which we wished to carry away with us, but we concluded to postpone this until a future visit. Max, however, having once laid hold of the gridiron, seemed extremely loath to part with it again, and, finally yielding to the irresistible fascination which it evidently had for him, he threw it over his shoulder as we started on our return, and brought it away with him. Having been fastidiously purified by repeated scourings and ablutions, it proved very useful in preparing our meals, of which fresh fish frequently formed the principal part. In the evening, as we sat at the terraced top of Castle-hill, Johnny took seriously in hand the important business of finding appropriate names for the discoveries of the day. The valley beyond the grove of bread-fruit, he concluded to call "Echo Vale." For the lake itself, quite a variety of names was suggested, none of which, however, seemed to be entirely satisfactory. After puzzling over the subject a long while without any result, and working himself into quite a nervous and excited state, a happy thought seemed all at once to suggest itself and turning to Arthur, he eagerly demanded what was "the most beautiful lake in all the world?" "Loch Katrine, to be sure!" said Browne; "some would say Loch Lomond, but that is the second." "Lake George!" cried Max, decisively. "Lake Como, in Switzerland, is said to be, by the tourists and the poets," answered Arthur, to whom the question had been more particularly addressed. The last name seemed to please Johnny exceedingly, and after repeating it several times with approbation, he inquired of Arthur, "What it was that Olla, in the Cannibal story, called her pet wood-pigeon?" "Lai-evi," answered Arthur. "And you said that meant Little Captive," pursued Johnny with great animation, "and the `Lai' means `little,' I suppose?" "Yes, `Lai' is the diminutive." "Well, then, I have it at last! Our lake, though so small, is--" "Quite a Como for its size," interrupted Max, "and _so_ it shall be called--" "Lake Laicomo!" cried Johnny, exultingly. I am thus particular in mentioning these names, chiefly for the benefit of all persons engaged in the preparation of new editions of the school geographies and atlases; and I take this opportunity, at Johnny's especial request, to call their attention to the matter, in order that our island and its geographical dimensions may be accurately laid down and described in future works of the kind referred to. CHAPTER TWENTY SIX. THE REMOVAL. PREPARATIONS FOR THE RAINY SEASON--GOING INTO WINTER-QUARTERS--"MONSIEUR PAUL"--THE PATRIARCH OF THE LAKE. "Now Winter comes to rule the varied year, Sullen and sad, with all his gloomy train Of vapours, clouds, and storms."