"'If any be Prevented unjustly of Beauty or of Children or of Love or of Other like desires, there shall be found for him of these a great Store: So that there shall be an End of repining, and none in that Place shall say, Thus and thus might I have been also, had I been but justly entreated. "'And so I commit my Body to the sea, and my soul to----'" "Go on! go on!" cried the company--excepting, of course, Mr. Hanlon. Aunt Amanda blew her nose again, and laid down the map on the table. "That's all," she said. "I suppose he didn't have time to finish it." CHAPTER XI A MIXED COMPANY IN SEARCH OF ADVENTURE After Aunt Amanda had stopped reading, it was a moment or two before anyone spoke. "If all those things," said Mr. Toby thoughtfully, "could be done in that Island, I'd be in favor of going there." There was a general murmur of assent, and Mr. Hanlon nodded his head. "Well," went on Mr. Toby, "we'd better make up our minds what we want to do about it. The Churchwarden ain't had his say yet, what with all these interruptions, and I move we give him a chance to have his say, right now. Speak up, Warden; what do you think we ought to do?" "As I was saying," said the Churchwarden, looking around solemnly, "while I don't hold to my own opinion if anybody else can think up something better, still it seems to me--But maybe you'd ruther hear from the others first." "No, no!" cried the whole company,--except Mr. Hanlon, who shook his head vigorously. "Well, then, being as you've asked me so particular, and having thought about it considerable,--as I was saying, it appears to me that the best thing to do would be to--This is only the way it looks to me, you understand, and I ain't speaking for nobody but myself, and I don't pretend that my opinion is worth----" "By crackey!" cried Mr. Toby, very rudely. "Ain't you the most maddening old feller that ever was in the world? Come on, now, tell us what to do, and be quick about it!" "Call up the Able Seaman!" This was so unexpected that nobody spoke for a moment. "Hurrah!" cried Toby. "Now you've said it. We'll call up Mr. Lemuel Mizzen--is that his name? That's the thing to do! Do you all agree to that?" Everybody approved, and Mr. Toby turned to Freddie. "He's your man, Freddie, and if you've done it once, I reckon it won't be any harm for you to do it again. Wait a minute." And he ran into the shop, and immediately returned with the Chinaman's head and a churchwarden pipe. "Now, then, Freddie," he said. "Will you do it again?" "No, sir," said Freddie. "I'd rather not." "You shouldn't make him do it," said Aunt Amanda. "Nonsense, Aunt Amanda!" cried Toby. "He's as bad now as he'll ever be, and it ain't a-going to do him no harm. I'll fill the pipe." "Hit's quite a lark," said Mr. Punch, laughing heartily. "Fancy the little beggar's smoking a pipe!" "My dear little friend," began the Sly Old Fox, beaming upon Freddie. "You must always remember that your elders know best----"