says I. "And for these gaudy birds
I would give them all for one honest English robin or sweet-throated
black bird!"

But she, chin in hand, sat a-gazing upon this prospect as she would
never tire. As for me, I began to look around and, the more I looked,
the better I liked this place, pleasantly shaded as it was by trees and
affording from this eminence a wide view of the sea, the lagoon, and
Deliverance Beach below. Moreover, I heard near by the pleasant sound
of falling water and, drawn by this, came to a flowery thicket, and
forcing my way through, paused suddenly, as well I might, for before
me, set in the face of a rock, was a door. All askew it hung and grown
over with a riot of weed and vines; and behind the weatherworn timber I
saw the gloom of a cavern.

Approaching this door I found it built with ship's timbers exceeding
stout and strong, joined by great battens clamped with bolts and nails,
and in the midst a loophole; and besides this I saw divers shot-marks
in these timbers the which set me a-wondering. Now having my hatchet
in hand, I set about cutting away bush and vines, and forcing wide the
door (the which swung 'twixt great beams like jambs, clamped to the
rock) I stepped into the cool dimness beyond. The place was irregular
of shape but very spacious and lighted by a narrow, weed-choked crevice
high up that admitted a soft, greeny glow very pleasing after the glare
of the sun; by which light I perceived that from this cave two smaller
caves opened. Now seeing this place had once been the abode of some
poor castaway, I sought high and low in hopes of finding something to
our use if no more than a broken cup, but came on nothing save the ruin
of a small table; the place was bare as my hand. I was yet busied in
my fruitless search when comes my companion all pleased-eyed wonderment.

"Why, 'tis as good as any cottage!" cries she.

"And better than some," says I, "for here is no thatch to leak and no
windows to break and let in the rain!"

"O Martin, for a broom!" says she, looking around upon the floor
ankle-deep in dead leaves, twigs and the like. "O for a broom!"

"These leaves be well enough--"

"But better for a broom, Martin."

"Why then, a broom you shall have," says I, and coming without the cave
I cut twigs sufficient to my purpose, and divers lengths of vine, very
strong and tough, and therewith bound my twigs about a stick I had
trimmed for a handle; whiles she, sitting upon