"But I can't sail my boat any more."
"Well, we'll have to empty out some of the water. Then it will float
again and you can get in it."
"I'm not going to let the rope drag in the water any more," decided
Janet, after Ted had helped her tip her box over so the water would
run out. "I don't really want any more rides like that. The next
turtle might go out into the lake. I want to paddle." "I wish a big
whale would come along and tow me," laughed Ted. "I wouldn't let him
go loose."
"He _might_ pull you all across the lake," Janet said.
"I'd like that. Come on, we'll have a race."
"All right, Ted."
The Curlytops began paddling their box-boats about the cove once more.
Ted won the race, being older and stronger than Janet, but she did
very well.
Then after some more fun sailing about in their floating boxes the
children were called by their mother, who said they had been in the
water long enough. Besides dinner was ready, and they were hungry for
the good things Nora had made.
"And didn't you find any of them, Father?" asked Mrs. Martin as the
farmer pushed back his chair, when the meal was over.
"No, I didn't see a sign of them, and I looked all over the cave, too,
Some persons have been sleeping in there, for I found a pile of old
bags they had used for a bed, but I didn't find anyone."
"Find who?" Ted inquired.
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