"Don't put thim in your mouth; thim's the never-wake-up berries." He came down off the rock, hand over fist, flung the poisonous things away, and looked into Emmeline's small mouth, which at his command she opened wide. There was only a little pink tongue in it, however, curled up like a rose-leaf; no sign of berries or poison.
So, giving her a little shake, just as a nursemaid would have done in like circumstances, he took Dick off the rock, and led the way back to the beach. "Mr Buttons," said Emmeline that night, as they sat on the sand near the tent he had improvised, "Mr Button cats go to sleep." They had been questioning him about the "never-wake-up" berries. "Who said they didn't?" asked Mr Button.
Emmeline stretched out her hand and broke off a branch; but it was not a branch of the wild cocoa-nut she had plucked, it was a branch of the never-wake-up berries. The berries that will cause a man to sleep, should he eat of them to sleep and dream, and never wake up again. "Throw them away!" cried Dick, who remembered. "I will in a minute," she replied.