CHAPTER XI
PLANS
It was quite characteristic of Townsend Ripley that he did not ask Roly Poly anything about his extraordinary adventure. Amid the chorus of exclamations and inquiries he preserved a quiet, whimsical demeanor, glancing about as if rather interested in this desert island. There it was, and that was enough for him.
"If this island is going to keep moving you'll have to put a license plate on it, Roly," he drawled. "First thing you know you'll have the inland waterway inspectors after you. You're blocking up the channel too. Why didn't you drift down as far as Southbridge where the taxes aren't so high?"
"I was—I was thinking about it," Pee-wee suddenly burst forth like a cyclone, "and there are a lot of things we can do—I've got a lot of ideas—there are seven things and we can do any one of them!"
"Why not do them all?" Ripley asked.
"That's just what I say," Pee-wee shouted.
"Or we can each do a different thing," Ripley suggested. "There are just seven of us. Anything suits me."
"Do you want to know how I discovered it?" Pee-wee said excitedly.