Don took out an apple and laid it on the floor, but seemed not to remember his own.
"That's only one—where's the other?" asked Dot.
"Where? did you lose it?" asked Dot, sympathetically.
"No, I ate it this mornin' when I woke up. I did a heap of work long before you got up and I had to have something to stay my stomach," admitted Don, in the words often heard from Jim.
"Then break mine and take half," offered Dot.
Never backward in such things, Don thanked his sister, and split the apple in two.
Breakfast over, the two went to work in their exciting experiments.
"Now, you go over by that tree trunk and wait for Jane's arm to run out. The moment I blow the whistle, you watch out for the tackling clutch to come down and lock it around the tree. Then, I'll work the arm and bring the tree over by the roadside and drop it in the ditch," explained Don.
"You're sure you know which thing to pull out or push in," ventured Dot.