"A rope in the woods? Oh, Teddy Martin, you can not! Ropes don't grow on trees."
"The kind I mean does," answered Ted with a laugh. "Wait and I'll show you."
When Nicknack had been put in the new stable which Grandpa Martin had built for him, Teddy, followed by Jan and Trouble, walked a little way into the woods. Ted carried with him a piece of old carpet.
"What's that for?" his sister asked.
"For a swing board," he answered.
"But where's the swing rope?"
"Here!" cried Ted suddenly. He pointed to a long wild grapevine, which hung dangling between two trees, around which it was twined. The vine was a very long one, and as thick around as the piece Teddy had used to pull himself out of the hole near the cave. It did seem like a regular swing.
"Well—maybe," murmured Jan.
"Now we can have some fun!" cried Ted. He folded the piece of carpet and laid it over the grapevine. Then he sat down, gave a push on the ground with his feet, and away he swung as nicely as though he was in a regular swing, made with a rope from the store.
"Oh, how nice!" cried Janet. "Let me try it, Teddy."