"fer to find submarine cities, sence he would n't let us have her to go a-stavin' in her bottom on them rocks off Wecanicut."
We decided that he really didn't want to be bothered, so we went away presently. To soothe him, Jerry bought some of the dry herring things and carried them home in a pasteboard box that said "1⁄2 doz. galvanized line cleats. Extra quality" on the lid. Lena cooked the herrings for supper, but I don't think she could have done it right, because they were quite horrid.
The second day was the perfectly gorgeous kind that makes you want to go off to seek your fortune or dance on top of a high hill or do anything rather than stay at home, however nice your own garden may be. We agreed about this at breakfast, and I said:
"Let's go to Wecanicut."
We'd never gone to Wecanicut alone, but I could n't see any reason why we