"Look out your front window if you don't believe me," panted the Unwiseman. "The whole place is chuck full of water—couldn't bail it out in a week——"
"Oh," laughed Mollie, as she realized what it was that had so excited her friend. "Is that all?"
"All!" ejaculated the Unwiseman, his eyebrows lifting higher with astonishment. "Isn't it enough? What do you want, the whole Atlantic Ocean sitting on your front stoop?"
"Why—" began Mollie, "this is Venice——"
"Looks like Watertown," interrupted the Unwiseman.
"Thass-swattit-izz," whistled Whistlebinkie. "Venice is a water town. It's built on it."
"Built on it?" queried the Unwiseman looking scornfully at Whistlebinkie as much as to say you can't fool me quite so easily as that. "Built on water?" he repeated.
"Exactly," said Mollie. "Didn't you know that, Mr. Me? Venice is built right out on the sea."
"Well of all queer things!" ejaculated the Unwiseman, so surprised that he plumped down on the floor and sat there gazing wonderingly up at Mollie. "A whole city built on the sea! What's the matter, wasn't there land enough?"