[Illustration: Harvey. (Illustration missing from book)]
Away bounded Don after it. He easily breasted the waves, and returned in triumph with the stick.
He did this time and again, much to Beth's delight.
"Say, Beth, let's try him from the end of the wharf. I wonder if he would dare jump in from there."
"I don't like to try. He might drown."
Harvey laughed the idea to scorn, and took a stick out to the end of the wharf. Beth and Don accompanied him. Don seemed anxious to have the stick thrown, for he watched it with glistening eyes. Harvey threw it. Don immediately jumped after it, and succeeded in swimming to shore with it. By this time, he was probably tired, for he did not return to the children, but lay down on the bank for a rest.
The boat had been left outside the boat house, tied to a stake of the wharf. Harvey eyed it longingly.
"I wish we could go rowing, Beth."
"So do I, but mamma said I couldn't. You wouldn't have me disobey her, would you?"
"Nobody has asked you to, has there? Say, Beth, she never said for you not to sit in the boat, did she?"