He turned into Bob Ratchett's shed one day and said:
"Bob, I want some wheels--two big ones four feet across, and two about a foot smaller, and the tires of all must be a foot wide."
"My gosh, them's wheels! What'n yo' want 'em for?" grinned Bob admiringly.
"I'm going to make a boat--"
"Aw then, passon!--a boat now!"
"To run on the sands."
"Aw!" gasped Bob, and eyed "passon" doubtfully.
"You can make them?"
"Aw! I can mek 'em aw reet, but----"
"All right, Bob. You set to work, and I'll see to the rest."