I told him he had a classy eye because there was a pupil in it, and you ought to have seen Mr.
Donnelle laugh.

I guess he thought we were crazy.
"Well we should worry about the tramp," I said, "especially now that we have a boat like this.

The next thing to do is to bring the whole troop and get her fixed up." One thing was easy anyway.

Just below Bridgeboro, where we live, there is a kind of a branch flowing into the Bridgeboro River.

We always called it the creek.