"O, you've made a sort of framework that will support the seat! I get that!" exclaimed Ethel Blue.
"All you have to do now is to nail your seat boards on to those horizontal cleats and it's as firm as firm can be."
"Aren't you going to do something with those sides--those arms, or whatever you call them?" inquired Ethel Brown. "They seem sharp and uncomfortable and in the way to me."
Both boys studied the chair seriously before answering. Then they took a pencil and paper and consulted.
"I should think it would look pretty well to cut out a right angle on each aide," suggested James. "That would leave a sort of wing effect like a hall porter's chair, only not so high, and at the same time it would make an arm to rest your elbow on. How does that strike you ?"
Roger nodded. "It hits me all right. I was thinking of a curve instead of a right angle, but the right angle will be easier to make. Go ahead."
So the right angle was decided on and James proceeded to cut it.
Roger, meanwhile, had been sorting out the wood he needed for a chair of another pattern.
"I wish Dorothy would heave in sight," he growled as he piled some half inch thick strips in one heap. "She told me she'd tell me all she knew about chair legs when I reached this stage of proceedings."
"She will," answered a cheerful voice, and gray-eyed Dorothy appeared from the house. "I felt in my bones that you'd be beginning this lot this afternoon, so I ambled over to see if I could help in any way."