"
"Let us sit down on this knoll, it is quite dry," said Mrs. Seagrave.
"I little thought," continued she, "that I could have been so happy in
a desert island. I thought I should feel the loss of books very
severely, but I really do not think that I could have found time to
read."
"Employment is a source of happiness, especially when you are usefully
employed. An industrious person is always a happy person, provided he
is not obliged to work too hard; and even where you have cause for
unhappiness, nothing makes you forget it so soon as occupation."
"But, mamma, we shall not always have so much to do as we have now,"
said William.
"Of course not," replied Mr. Seagrave; "and then we shall find our
books a great source of enjoyment. I am anxious to go to the other side
of the island, and see what have been spared to us, and whether they
have been much damaged; but that cannot be until after the rains are
over, and we can use the boat again.
"Look at this minute insect which is crawling on my finger," said Mr.
Seagrave, turning to William: "what a number of legs it has!"
"Yes, I have seen something like it in old books. How fast it runs with
its little legs; thinner than hairs - how wonderful!"
"Yes, William," replied Mr.
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