They had pieces of wood which their grandfather had whittled out for
them to use as paddles, and, as Ted said, they could sit down in the
bottoms of the box-boats and never mind how much water came in, for
they still had on their bathing suits.
"All aboard!" called Teddy, as he got into his boat.
"I'm coming," answered Janet, pushing off from shore.
"Oh, I can really paddle!" cried Ted in delight, as he found that his
box floated with him in it and he could send it along by using the
board for a paddle, as one does in a canoe. "Isn't this great, Janet?"
"Oh, it's lots of fun!"
"I'm glad you thought of it. I never would," went on Ted. He was a
good brother, for, whenever his sister did anything unusual like this
he always gave her credit for it.
Around and around in the little cove paddled the Curlytops, having fun
in their box-boats.
"I'm going to let the wind blow me," said Jan, after a bit. "I'm tired
of paddling."
"There isn't any wind," Ted remarked.
"Well, what makes me go along, then?" asked his sister. "Look, I'm
moving and I'm not paddling at all!"
She surely was. In her boat she was sailing right across the little
cove, and, as Ted had said, there was not enough wind to blow a
feather, to say nothing of a heavy box with a little girl in it.
"Isn't it queer!" exclaimed Janet. "What makes me go this way, Ted?
You aren't sailing.
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