“Yes,” sighed Dexter; “wish we had one!”
“Wouldn’t be such a good one as that if you had. That’s just the boat I’ve made up my mind to have.”
“And shall you sail right away to a foreign country!” said Dexter, from his nest up in the willow.
“Why, how can you sail away to another place without a mast and sail, stoopid!” cried Bob.
“If you call me stupid,” said Dexter sharply, “I’ll come and punch your head.”
“Yah! Yer can’t get at me.”
“Can’t I? I could swim across in a minute, and I would, if it wasn’t for wetting my clothes.”
“Yah!” cried Bob scoffingly. “Why, I could fight yer one hand.”
“No, you couldn’t.”
“Yes, I could.”