The Blue Lagoon: A Romance
 CHAPTER VII 

 STORY OF THE PIG AND THE BILLY-GOAT 

 Every hour or so Mr Button would shake his lethargy off, and rise and look round for “sea-gulls,” but the prospect was sail-less as the prehistoric sea, wingless, voiceless. When Dick would fret now and then, the old sailor would always devise some means of amusing him. He made him fishing-tackle out of a bent pin and some small twine that happened to be in the boat, and told him to fish for “pinkeens”; and Dick, with the pathetic faith of childhood, fished. 

 Then he told them things. He had spent a year at Deal long ago, where a cousin of his was married to a boatman. 

 Mr Button had put in a year as a longshoreman at Deal, and he had got a great lot to tell of his cousin and her husband, and more especially of one, Hannah; Hannah was his cousin’s baby—a most marvellous child, who was born with its “buck” teeth fully developed, and whose first unnatural act on entering the world was to make a snap at the “docther.” “Hung on to his fist like a bull-dog, and him bawlin’ ‘Murther!’” 

 “Mrs James,” said Emmeline, referring to a Boston acquaintance, “had a little baby, and it was pink.” 

 “Ay, ay,” said Paddy; “they’re mostly pink to start with, but they fade whin they’re washed.” 

 “It’d no teeth,” said Emmeline, “for I put my finger in to see.” 

 “The doctor brought it in a bag,” put in Dick, who was still steadily fishing—“dug it out of a cabbage patch; an’ I got a trow’l and dug all our cabbage patch up, but there weren’t any babies—but there were no end of worms.” 

 “I wish I had a baby,” said Emmeline, “and I wouldn’t send it back to the cabbage patch.” 

 “The doctor,” explained Dick, “took it back and planted it again; and Mrs James cried when I asked her, and daddy said it was put back to grow and turn into an angel.” 

 “Angels have wings,” said Emmeline dreamily. 

 “And,” pursued Dick, “I told cook, and she said to Jane, daddy was always stuffing children up with—something or ’nother. And I asked daddy to let me see him stuffing up a child—and daddy said cook’d have to go away for saying that, and she went away next day.” 

 “She had three big trunks and a box for her bonnet,” said Emmeline, with a far-away look as she 
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