"Keep your balance," shouted Bill Thatcher. "How'll you ever get ashore?" And Mum Robbins remarked:
"It's just like Put. He's always doing something."
"Don't she rock, though!" said Put, bravely. "Wish I had something to steer with."
"What for?" asked Pat. "Did you ever see an iceberg wid a rudder?"
"Put," said Mum Robbins, "you're a-floating. There'll have to be an expedition sent after you."
"And save him, and put him in a menaygerie," said Pat. "It's a foine bear he'd make."
"If he doesn't stand still in the middle of it, he'll tip it over," began Bill Thatcher. But Put had been studying his own chances, and he shouted:
"Boys, just one of you go and get a fence rail. I'll come ashore and let some of you try it. It's the biggest cake around here."
"Are you getting scared?"
"Does it teter much?"