t occasions when approached in
the proper spirit.

Some one outside has been whistling to Tweeny; the guarded whistle
which, on a less savage island, is sometimes assumed to be an indication
to cook that the constable is willing, if the coast be clear. Tweeny,
however, is engrossed, or perhaps she is not in the mood for a follower,
so he climbs in at the window undaunted, to take her willy nilly. He
is a jolly-looking labouring man, who answers to the name of Daddy,
and--But though that may be his island name, we recognise him at once.
He is Lord Loam, settled down to the new conditions, and enjoying life
heartily as handy-man about the happy home. He is comfortably attired in
skins. He is still stout, but all the flabbiness has dropped from him;
gone too is his pomposity; his eye is clear, brown his skin; he could
leap a gate.

In his hands he carries an island-made concertina, and such is the
exuberance of his spirits that, as he lights on the floor, he bursts
into music and song, something about his being a chickety chickety chick
chick, and will Tweeny please to tell him whose chickety chick is she.
Retribution follows sharp. We hear a whir, as if from insufficiently
oiled machinery, and over the passage door appears a placard showing
the one word 'Silence.' His lordship stops, and steals to Tweeny on his
tiptoes.

LORD LOAM. I thought the Gov. was out.

TWEENY. Well, you see he ain't. And if he were to catch you here
idling--

(LORD LOAM pales. He lays aside his musical instrument and hurriedly
dons an apron. TWEENY gives him the bird to pluck, and busies herself
laying the table for dinner.)

LORD LOAM (softly). What is he doing now?

TWEENY. I think he's working out that plan for laying on hot and cold.

LORD LOAM (proud of his master). And he'll manage it too. The man who
could build a blacksmith's forge without tools--

TWEENY (not less proud). He made the tools.

LORD LOAM. Out of half a dozen rusty nails. The saw-mill, Tweeny; the
speaking-tube; the electric lighting; and look at the use he has made
of the bits of the yacht that were washed ashore. And all in two years.
He's a master I'm proud to pluck for.

(He chirps happily at his work, and she regards him curiously.)

TWEENY. Daddy, you're of little use, but you're a bright, cheerful
creature to have about the house. (He beams at this commendation.) Do
you ever think of old times now? We was a bit different.

LORD LOAM (pausing). Circumst