"I--I don't just like to," he confessed. "You know, he might not like it
and--and it doesn't seem as if it would be quite polite."
Peter sniffed. "That wouldn't trouble me any if he were my cousin,"
said he.
Jerry shook his head. "No, I don't believe it would," he replied, "but
it does trouble me and--and--well, I think I'll wait awhile."
Now all this time Paddy had been hard at work. He was bringing the
longest branches which he had cut from the trees out of which he had
built his dam, and a lot of slender willow and alder poles. He pushed
these ahead of him as he swam. When he reached the foundation of his
house, he would lean them against the pile of mud in the middle with
their big ends resting on the foundation. So he worked all the way
around until by and by the mud pile in the middle couldn't be seen. It
was completely covered with sticks, and they were cunningly fastened
together at the tops.
XII
JERRY MUSKRAT LEARNS SOMETHING
If you think you know it all
You are riding for a fall.
Use your ears and use your eyes,
But hold your tongue and you'll be wise.
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