The Round Fat Rosy Woman grew quite excited, as well she might, and
she shouted again to the Man With the Red Shirt and the Pipe:

"Don't stand there like a wooden Injun in front of a cigar-store.
Hustle or the boy'll drown!"

Then he seemed to wake up, for he ran to the gunwale of the boat, and
he jumped over with his shoes and all his clothes on. And, strange to
say, he still kept that pipe in his mouth. However, that didn't matter
so very much, for he grabbed Marmaduke by the collar with one hand and
swam towards the "Mary Ellen" with the other. The woman threw a rope
over the side; he grasped it with his free hand, and the woman drew
them up--she certainly was strong--and in the shake of a little jiffy
they were standing on board, safe but dripping a thousand little
rivers from their clothes on the deck. The man didn't seem to mind
that a bit, but was quite disturbed to find that his pipe had gone
out.

"Come, Mother," said he to the Round Fat Rosy Woman, "get us some dry
duds and a match."

And quick as a wink she hustled them into the little house which they
called a cabin, and gave Marmaduke a pair of blue overalls and a
little blue jumper which belonged to one of the thirteen children. Of
course, she found the right size, with so many to choose from. His own
clothes, she hung on the line, with all the little pairs of pants and
the skirts, to dry in the breeze.

Then she put the kettle on the cook stove and in another jiffy she was