"A car's no good on the water," said the captain loftily. "What
you want is a seaworthy, tight little craft. You're going to live
in the Winthrop bungalow, aren't you? Well, then, you'll have two
rowboats."

"Then Dot and I can have one," Twaddles remarked with
satisfaction.

Captain Jenks looked at him in some amazement.

"Wait till you try to lift an oar," was his comment. "Hey, little
girl, you'll get grease on your dress."

"She has already," said Meg calmly. "She always does. Are you
named for the Captain Jenks in the rime?"

"Captain-Jenks-of-the-horse-marines-he-fed-his-horse-good-pork-
and-beans?" inquired the captain glibly and in one breath. "Well,
no, I don't think I was--not that I remember. One of the fellers
that was up here last year made me a piece of poetry about my
name. Want to hear it?"

The four little Blossoms nodded eagerly.

"Here 'tis," said the captain. "Short and sweet:

"Captain Jenks has a motor-boat,
He feeds it oil to make it float."

"What comes next?" demanded Dot.