quiet place in summer time, and any excitement was welcome.

For several days after Sister's outburst because of the locked
barn door, Jimmie worked away busily in his beloved gymnasium. He
would not let either Brother or Sister as much as put their noses
inside the door, and when they tried to find out from Molly what
he was doing--for Molly could usually be depended upon to know
what everyone in the family was up to--she simply shook her head
and said she had promised not to tell.

"I wish," said Sister for the tenth time one warm morning, "I wish
there was something new to do."

"So do I," agreed Brother. "There's Jimmie--he's beckoning to us."

Jimmie stood in the barn doorway, motioning the children to come
in.

Brother and Sister jumped down the three back steps in one leap
and raced toward the barn.

"Want to see what I've been making?" asked Jimmie proudly, "Come
on in, and look--there!"

The tools from the carpenter's bench which occupied one side of
the barn were scattered about on the floor where Jimmie had been
using them. All Brother and Sister could see was a wide, rather
shallow box, painted a dark green.

"Is it--is it a boat?" ventured Sister doubtfully.