On their way back Jan said:
"Oh, I wish I had a swing."
"It would be fun," agreed Ted. "Maybe I can make one."
"You'll have to get a rope," said his sister. "Grandpa is going to row
over in the boat to-morrow. Ask him to bring us one."
"No, he don't need to bring us a rope," went on her brother.
"Why not?"
"'Cause I can get a rope in the woods."
"A rope in the woods? Oh, Teddy Martin, you can not! Ropes don't grow
on trees."
"The kind I mean does," answered Ted with a laugh. "Wait and I'll show
you."
When Nicknack had been put in the new stable which Grandpa Martin had
built for him, Teddy, followed by Jan and Trouble, walked a little way
into the woods. Ted carried with him a piece of old carpet.
"What's that for?" his sister asked.
"For a swing board," he answered.
"But where's the swing rope?"
"Here!" cried Ted suddenly. He pointed to a long wild grapevine, which
hung dangling between two trees, around which it was twined. The vine
was a very long one, and as thick around as the piece Teddy had used
to pull himself out of the hole near the cave. It did seem like a
regular swing.
"Well--maybe," murmured Jan.
"Now we can have some fun!" cried Ted. He folded the piece of carpet
and laid it over the grapevine. Then he sat down, gave a push on the
ground with his feet, and away he swung as nicely as though he was in
a regular swing, made with a rope from the store.
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