Where codfish wiggle their tails
In an ocean two feet deep.”
They passed Ben, the handy man, on his way out to the fishing grounds. “Where you kids bound for in that contraption?” he called.
They waved their hands and shouted back at him, “We’re going to rescue our raft. It blew away in the storm last night.”
“Where’s the other one?” he wanted to know. “Where’s James?”
“He’s in bed today,” Janie shouted across the water. “He fell off the roof and sprained his arm.”
“Fell off the roof!” Ben repeated in astonishment. “Land sakes, what are you Murray kids going to try next?” He shook his head in bewilderment and rowed away.
When they reached the raft they fastened it securely to the small raft, and then they all clambered on for inspection. “Let’s bring our cracker boxes up here on the big raft,” said Billy, “and the rabbits too. It’s dry up here.”
They sat and munched cookies and viewed their surroundings. “It’s like a little island,” Janie said.
“I’m glad I’m not shipwrecked here,” said Bill. “It’s all right on a nice morning like this, but not on a night like last night.”