“Tubby couldn’t throw a coil of rope for a cent. He couldn’t learn to use a lasso, you know.”
“And we girls could not get down on a rope,” objected Bess.
“We could lower you,” Ferd declared.
“It would have to be a pretty strong rope,” said Dave. “And maybe there isn’t anything bigger than clothes line about the farm.”
Which proved to be the case. At least, Tubby could find nothing else and finally brought the brimming bucket and the line he had found on the drying green behind the farmhouse.
“I can’t throw the thing up so high,” complained Tubby, after two or three attempts.
“Hold on! Wynnie’s great mind is at work.”
“Everybody sit down and unlace his or her shoes. I want the lacings,” declared Wynifred.
“Hurray!” exclaimed Ferd. “Wait a bit, Tubby; don’t wear your poor little self to a grease spot trying to throw that rope over the mill.”