"What's it for?" asked Brother.

"It's for you to play with," explained Jimmie. "I thought maybe
you would help me carry it out under the horsechestnut tree in the
side yard."

"But how do we play with it?" insisted Brother. "Is it a game,
Jimmie?"

"Put your hand in that bag back of you," directed Jimmie. "Perhaps
then you can guess."

A burlap bag, opened, stood close to Sister. She and Brother
plunged their hands in and drew them out filled with something
that trickled swiftly through their fingers.

"Sand!" they shouted. "Seashore sand! Oh, Jimmie, is it a
sandbox?"

Jimmie nodded, smiling. He knew they had long wanted a sandbox,
and like the dear, good brother he was, he had spent his mornings
sawing and fitting and smoothing off boards to make a nice, strong
box.

"What fun!" Sister bounced up and down with pleasure. "Can we play
with it right away?"

"Don't know why not," said Jimmie. "You two take one end, and
we'll carry it out under the tree. Mother thought that was the