. The adventures of Peter Peterkin . he stove and begin to cry. Not that crying couldhelp matters any—but Peterkin was sad at all these suddenhappenings, and somehow his tears did make him feel a littlebetter. Boohoo! wept he. Its all the fault of the wicked wind IOne moment I was safe and dozing at home in my old pump-kin patch; the next, here I am bobbing and lost on the faceof the ocean. The only thing I have to be thankful for isthat theres still a warm fire in my stove. Boohool And oh, the saddest part of it all is that he wept so hard,and so many of his tears spilled down into the stove
. The adventures of Peter Peterkin . he stove and begin to cry. Not that crying couldhelp matters any—but Peterkin was sad at all these suddenhappenings, and somehow his tears did make him feel a littlebetter. Boohoo! wept he. Its all the fault of the wicked wind IOne moment I was safe and dozing at home in my old pump-kin patch; the next, here I am bobbing and lost on the faceof the ocean. The only thing I have to be thankful for isthat theres still a warm fire in my stove. Boohool And oh, the saddest part of it all is that he wept so hard,and so many of his tears spilled down into the stove that—what did he do but put the fire out I And soon enough hispumpkin house grew cold and cheerless and wet with thebriny waves which came dashing in through the door-win-dow-ceiling. PETERKIN AFLOAT 19 It was a dreary party now. Peterkin felt his yellow ballof a boat leap and fall with every wave. Everything rattledand jingled to the see-saw motion. He grew dizzy. Fiecould scarcely steady himself to climb up the ladder a second. %f^^ time. He could hardly see the white froth at the crests ofthe waves and the deep green of their troughs. He made outa ship passing by, miles and miles away. He screamed andwaved his coat and whistled between two fingers—did every-thing he could think of to make the sailors see and save the ship sailed on and away, until the white specks of itssails had faded from view. 20 THE ADVENTURES OF PETERKIN Night came on, gray and then blue, and the waves nevertired of their ceaseless jigging. Peterkin crouched on thefloor of his Pumperkin and thought of the fate whichawaited him, and worried himself into a troubled times during the long, dark hours he woke up witha start, and, through the hole in the house-top, caught aglimpse of the stars and a smack of the salt spray. The lasttime he awoke, the stars had been swallowed up in the gray-ing sky by a streak of glowing red, and Peterkin knew itwas the dawn. Later, when the sunshine c
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