Little by little the weather cleared. The sun appeared in all its splendor, and the sea grew as smooth as oil. The marionette spread his clothes out on the sand to dry, and sat down in the sun. He peered all around, but could see nothing of the little boat with a little man in it.
"I wish I knew the name of this island," he said to himself. "Anyhow I wish I knew if it is inhabited by kind people who do not hang boys to trees. But there's no one here to tell me about it.”
The idea of finding himself all alone on an island in the sea made him very sad, and he began to cry. Suddenly, not very far from shore, he saw passing by a large fish going quietly about his affairs, with his head above the water. The marionette called in a loud voice to be sure of being heard:
"Hello, Mr. Fish! Will you allow me one word with you?"
"Two if you like,” replied the Fish, which was a dolphin, and so polite that it would be hard to find his equal in the sea.
"Will you please tell me if in this island
