"Why, Jim said this big black handle did it," advised Dot, taking hold of a valve handle.
Don turned it a bit and immediately the feeder began banging and cracking like a cannon.
"Sounds just like our radiator in the playroom at Oakwood, doesn't it?" grinned Dot.
"Yes," said Don, absent-mindedly, as he looked out of the little window at the small trees lying about.
"We may as well carry those trees out of the way for the men to begin work tomorrow. You know, Mr. Latimer said he would have to get them cleaned out of the path for the big ones to come down," said Don.
"But—can you work Jane?" asked Dot.
"Sure thing! Didn't Jim show me just how to do it?"
"What do you want me to do to help you?" asked Dot.
"We'll have breakfast first, then we'll go to work," replied Don, taking the sandwiches from his pocket.
"I'm glad now that I didn't eat my apple, 'cause I'm so awful hungry. I just can taste how good those pancakes and maple-syrup tastes this morning," said Dot, smacking her lips.