MEET MURDOCK
by Phyllis Reynolds Naylor
In one of those city houses where every floor has a family of a different origin the basement is occupied by building superintendent Murdock, one of those old salts who're never washed up in juveniles. He keeps fending off the kids—frustrating their efforts to play raft with an old door and denying (rightly) that he has defused their rain-charming devices—until a waterpipe bursts and the spirit of the sea carries them all away. Fey-tally.