"Tubby, your uncle is certainly all right!" exclaimed Andy.
"Well, he is some grateful, you know," returned Tubby.
"We won't refuse such a chance," remarked Rob appreciatively, "and I see a basket right now that would look fine on my mother's sewing table."
"Let's go inside and look around first," suggested Merritt. "It looks like a museum in there."
For the next hour the boys were absorbed in the interesting things displayed in the various sections of the Indian Building.
"Jiminy," cried Andy, as he caught sight of a bark canoe suspended from the ceiling, "there is the genuine article, all right!"
"Doesn't that rug make you think of a cozy den at home, Rob?" added Merritt a moment later.
"It is the very thing that a fellow likes,—red and black with a white design," rejoined Rob. "And there's a little one with the swastika on it; just right to throw over the foot of the couch."
"What is the 'swastika'?" inquired Andy.
"Oh, it is a good-luck sign. If you look, you will find it in a great many rugs and blankets, and it is often woven into the baskets, too."