I said it would be just as fair as Pee-wee turning the ice-cream freezer till the cream was all frozen and then saying he did a hundred good turns.

Then she threw a tennis ball at me, but it missed me.

That's one thing about girls, they can't throw a ball.

They can't whistle, either.
Now comes another adventure.

After breakfast I went to Marshtown (that's a few houses down near the river) to Jake Holden's shanty.
It's a funny kind of a place made out of barrel staves and part of a boat all jumbled up together, and it looks kind of like a chicken coop.
He lives all alone and kind of camps out.