was dead, he sure ought to have come and told them. Of course, I knew I
wasn't dead, but anyway, how did he know that? After breakfast I did my
good turn--I turned my sister Ruth's bed around for her so as it faced
the bay window. I was going to turn it twice and tall it two good turns,
but she said that wouldn't be fair--that that wouldn't be two good
turns. I said it would be just as fair as Pee-wee turning the ice-cream
freezer till the cream was all frozen and then saying he did a hundred
good turns. Then she threw a tennis ball at me, but it missed me. That's
one thing about girls, they can't throw a ball. They can't whistle,
either.

Now comes another adventure. After breakfast I went to Marshtown
(that's a few houses down near the river) to Jake Holden's shanty.

It's a funny kind of a place made out of barrel staves and part of a
boat all jumbled up together, and it looks kind of like a chicken coop.
He lives all alone and kind of camps out. He's a nice man, you can bet,
only you have to get on the right side of him. If you can't get on the
right side of him the safest place is behind him. He catches fish and
crabs and goes around town selling them.

He taught me how to cook.

When I got to his shanty I saw it was locked up and he wasn't anywhere
around. I guess he event down the bay crabbing. Anyway, I ran as fast
as I could to Marshtown landing to see if he had gone yet, but there
wasn't any sign of his boat there. Maybe you think I wasn't
disappointed. Anyway, I began looking around like a scout is supposed
to do, to see if there were any signs to show me whether he'd be back
soon, because maybe he only went up to the club landing for gasoline.