Chapter 17: Monday the Nineteenth

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌‌​⁠To-night Dinky-Dunk and I spent a solid hour trying to decide on a name for the shack. I wanted to call it "Crucknacoola," which is Gaelic for "A Little Hill of Sleep," but Dinky-Dunk brought forward the objection that there was no hill. Then I suggested "Barnavista," since about all we can see from the door are the stables. Then I said "The Builtmore," in a spirit of mockery, and then Dinky-Dunk