"It's getting bigger and bigger," said Sweetclover. "Don't you see it?"
"Sure!" said Kernel Cob, "I saw it all the time, it's a ship." And like all people who tell fibs he was found out, for it wasn't a ship at all.
"It's land!" said Sweetclover, joyfully, and sure enough it was, for soon you could see the trees. And as they sailed closer the trees grew taller and taller, and after a while you could see the shore.
"It's a little island," said Sweetclover.
"What's an island?" asked Kernel Cob.
"Didn't you ever go to school?" asked Sweetclover.
"No, but I wish I had."
But Kernel Cob didn't answer. He just steered the shoeboat toward the shore by putting one leg over the side as if it were a rudder, and in a little while they ran the boat up on the shore and Sweetclover hopped out and Kernel Cob pulled the boat up on the beach so the tide, when it came in, wouldn't take it out to sea again.
And they walked along the beach.
"I'm very hungry," said Sweetclover.