He expressed his feelings concerning that house to his nearest friend, practically his sole confidant, Captain Sam.
"I can't somehow seem to stand it, Sam," he said, solemnly.

"I can't stay in that house alone any longer, it's--it's too sociable." The captain, who had expected almost anything but that, stared at him.
"Sociable!" he repeated.

"You're sailin' stern first, Jed.
Lonesome's what you mean, of course." Jed shook his head.
"No-o," he drawled, "I mean sociable.

There's too many boys in there, for one thing." "Boys!" Captain Sam was beginning to be really alarmed now.
"Boys! Say--say, Jed Winslow, you come along home to dinner with me.

I bet you've forgot to eat anything for the last day or so-- been inventin' some new kind of whirlagig or other--and your empty stomach's gone to your head and made it dizzy.