"Like boats?" the captain asked him, finding the little boy at his elbow.
"I don't know much about them," admitted Bobby. "Shall we have a boat like this? Daddy left the car in the garage."
"A car's no good on the water," said the captain loftily. "What you want is a seaworthy, tight little craft. You're going to live in the Winthrop bungalow, aren't you? Well, then, you'll have two rowboats."
"Then Dot and I can have one," Twaddles remarked with satisfaction.
Captain Jenks looked at him in some amazement.
"Wait till you try to lift an oar," was his comment. "Hey, little girl, you'll get grease on your dress."
"She has already," said Meg calmly. "She always does. Are you named for the Captain Jenks in the rime?"
"Captain-Jenks-of-the-horse-marines-he-fed-his-horse-good-pork- and-beans?" inquired the captain glibly and in one breath. "Well, no, I don't think I was—not that I remember. One of the fellers that was up here last year made me a piece of poetry about my name. Want to hear it?"
The four little Blossoms nodded eagerly.
"Here 'tis," said the captain. "Short and sweet: