“I don’t see how you are going to make a duck pond with a box,” said Lucy.
“Why, you see,” said Royal, “I am going to dig a square hole in the ground, in a corner of the yard, and set this box down in it, and then I am going to pour water in it, and so make the duck pond.”
“But that won’t be big enough,” said Lucy.
“O yes,” said Royal, “it will be plenty big enough for such a little duckling as ours. He can swim about in it a great deal.”
“It is not yours and mine,” said Lucy; “it is mine alone.”
“Yes,” said Royal, “it is part mine; you said if I would make you a duck pond, you would let me own it with you.”
“Yes, I said I would give it to you, after you had made the duck pond; but I haven’t given it to you yet.”
“Yes, but, Lucy, I am going to make the duck pond. I am doing it as fast as I can.”
“It won’t be big enough,” said Lucy. “I meant a duck pond as big as Mary Jay’s.”
“O Lucy, I could not possibly make such a big duck pond as that. That is a great brook.”