By this time it was midafternoon. Their clothes were dry and after putting them on again, they seated themselves on the margin of the pool and discussed their plight.
“If only we had a boat!” mused Harry, after some discussion.
“Jumping jellyfish, you’re right there, Harry,” exclaimed Persimmons; “but just the same why don’t you wish for an airship while you are at it?”
“Because we can’t get an airship and we can have a boat.”
“What! Have you gone crazy?”
“Never more serious in my life. I mean what I say.”
“What, that we’ve got a boat?”
“No; what I mean is, that we can make one.”
“Go on,” said Persimmons, staring at his companion as if to make sure that he was in possession of his right senses.