“Who are you?” he cried as soon as he was near enough.  “And where do you come from?”

“We are the First Class in Long Division,” said the oldest boy, “and we are cast away.  Have you any thing to eat that you can spare us?  We are almost famished.”

“We have plenty of every thing,” said the Captain.  “Come on board instantly, and all your wants shall be supplied.”

“How long have you been without food?” he asked, when the boys were on the deck of the vessel.

“We have had nothing to eat since breakfast,” said one of them; “and it is now late in the afternoon.  Some of us are nearly dead from starvation.”

“It is very hard for boys to go so long without eating,” said the good Captain.  And leading them below, he soon set them to work upon a bountiful meal.

Not until their hunger was fully satisfied did he ask them how they came to be cast away.

“You see, sir,” said the oldest boy, “that we and the Multiplication Class had a holiday to-day, and each class took a boat and determined to have a race, so as to settle, once for all, which was the highest branch of arithmetic, multiplication or long division.  Our class rowed so hard that we entirely lost sight of the Multiplicationers, and found indeed that we were out of sight of every thing; so that, at last, we did not know which was the way back, and thus we became castaways.”

“Where is your school?” asked the Captain.

“It is on Apple Island,” said the boy; “and, although it is a long way off for a small boat with only four oars for nine boys, it can’t be very far for a ship.”

“That is quite likely,” said the Captain, “and we shall take you home.  Baragat, tell the chief mate to have the vessel turned toward Apple Island, that we may restore these boys to their parents and guardians.”

Now, the chief mate had not the least idea in the world where Apple Island was, but he did not like to ask, because that would be confessing his ignorance; so he steered his vessel toward a point where he believed he had once seen an island, which, probably, was the one in question.  The “Horn o’ Plenty” sailed in this direction all night, and when day broke, and there was no island in sight, she took another course; and so sailed this way and that for six or seven days, without ever seeing a sign of land.  All this time, the First Class in Long Division was as happy as it could be, for it was having a perfect holiday; fishing off the sides of the vessel, climbing up the ladders and ropes, and helping the sailors whistle for wind.  But the Captain now began to grow a little impatient, for he felt he was losing time; so he sent for the chief mate, and said to him mildly but firmly: 

“I know it is out of the line of your duty to search for island schools, but, if you really think that you do not know where Apple Island lies, I wish you to say so, frankly and openly.”

“Frankly and openly,” answered the mate, “I don’t think I do.”