"Wouldn't you like to go and speak to him?" asked Sylvia.
Miss Martha looked at her curiously. The eager tone and the face all alight were eloquent. Well, Thinkright doubtless deserved it.
"Yes, let's go and see what they are working over."
Sylvia dropped her cushion, and the books on top of it, and the two hurried toward the barn.
Before the engrossed men perceived their approach Sylvia saw that it was a slender, graceful boat which was absorbing their attention. It was varnished within and without, the golden brown wood glinting in the sun. Two pairs of oars lay on the grass.
"Oh, Thinkright, what a beauty!" exclaimed Sylvia. The men looked up, smiling. "Here is Aunt Martha," added the girl.
"Just in the nick of time, Martha," said Thinkright, coming forward and shaking hands. "We've a beauty here to show you."
Miss Martha came forward to greet Cap'n Lem.
"Glad to see you back, Miss Marthy. What d'ye think o' this plaything, hey?"
"Why, I think it is a plaything!" returned Miss Lacey briskly. "What are you going to do with it, Cap'n Lem? Use it for an ornament on the lawn and plant flowers in it?"