Without further ado, Don went over to the shed and looked for his place at the long table. For once he was undecided. There were two long tables, and the places set were so exactly alike that Don was not sure where he was supposed to sit.
"Where are all of the other men, Daddum?" asked Lavinia, seeing that only half of the men were present.
"They have been cutting out rough roads from our timber to the river, and have taken their dinner in pails, as it is too far for them to come to camp and then return afterward," said Mr. Starr.
"What river, Daddum?" asked Don, quickly.
"The river down which the logs float in the spring," said Mr. Starr.
"Do you own the river?" asked Dot, wondering how much of the earth her father possessed.
"We own the right to use it for our logging business," replied Mr. Starr, and smiled at his little girl's disappointed look.
"Why do they cut roads, Daddum? Aren't there any ready made that you can use?" asked Dot.
"Not in the forests, Dot. We have to break out roadways so the heavy skidding and loading machines can go in among the trees and lift the cut timber up and on the sledges that will cart it down to the water," explained Mr. Starr.
"You will soon be able to see the way it has to be done and then you will understand better," added Mr. Latimer.