"I know him," Pee-wee said; "he's a grouch."

"Very muchly," said Roly; "he's worse than algebra."

"He's worse than algebra and civil government put together," said
Pee-wee.

"Did you say _civil_?" said Roly Poly; "don't mention civil in the same
sentence with him; he's the man that put the crab in crab-apple."

"He's got a dandy orchard, though," said Pee-wee.

"Sure, this is a part of it," said Roly Poly.




CHAPTER IX

THE LOOKOUT SEES A SAIL

"_Good night_," said Pee-wee; "I don't blame it for going away from
him. Can he take it back? It's an island now and it's part of
Bridgeboro. He can't take it on account of international law; that's
what _I_ think. How did it happen?"

"It's a very short story," said his new friend; "it's only about a mile
and a half long--from North Bridgeboro down to here. We were camping
in Wallace's grove and a little way down the river we saw a kind of a