in order to try to show them the Island in such a little bit of time. We got up early this morning and went down to the docks to meet them, and they are here now and will stay to luncheon, and then we are going to take them just everywhere before the boat sails. And we have so much to talk about that my head is positively buzzing. I am so sorry! Won't you come some other time? I'm just crazy to hear the wonderful things that you told Mrs. Sands about Pompeii. You will come and tell us about it, won't you?"
Dick accepted his dismissal with actual gratitude and turned to go, after promising to keep the matter in mind and drop in "some day next week," hoping ardently that something would happen before that time to distract Bert Sands' mind from the project.
Miss Morton followed him to the steps and then suddenly looked up with an exclamation. "Those atrocious mynah birds!" she cried. "They're back again! I've driven them out and had their nests torn down and their eggs smashed, and done everything that I could to rid the place of them, and we haven't had one around for more than a year; and here they are back again, squawking, as usual. But I'll get them this time before they have a foothold. I won't have the dirty pests around!" And then her creamy smile came again. "Oh, I'm so sorry, Mr. Harris, to have let my distress lead me to say such horrid
