“Today’s the day,” he shouted in Martin’s ear. “Wake up, wake up, wake up!” Martin yawned and pushed back the covers. The boys dressed quickly and went out to the kitchen, where their mother was making oatmeal for breakfast. “You’re up bright and early,” she said cheerfully. “I bet I know why.” “It’s dog day,” Peter explained, as if he were the only one who kept track. Martin and his mother grinned at each other. “It certainly is,” Mrs. Tracy said. “I’m as excited as you are.” “No, I’m the most excited,” Peter said. “I’m the most excited person in this house.” Martin opened the screen door and went outside. The cabin was small—one long room that was both kitchen and living room, and two bedrooms. The bathroom was a little house at the end of the yard, and the water they needed came from a pump next to the porch. It isn’t much of a place, Martin’s father had said when they moved in. But it will have to do for now. And look at that view!
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