CHAPTER XIV.
"GO" Old Trimmer chugged up to the edge of the island in the shabbiest, leakiest little motor dory on the river, and grasped a little tuft of greensward to keep his boat from drifting.
"Well, now, what's all this ?" he began.

"What you youngsters been doin' up the river, eh ?" "This used to be your land before it was an island," said Pee-wee diplomatically.

"I bet you'll say it's funny how it used to be your apple tree and everything.

But it broke away and kind of fell down and now it's an island and we discovered it.

It can't--one thing--it can't ever be a peninsula again, that's sure.