"And we've had enough fun with them to repay us for all the trouble we had in making them," added Rob.
Jack laughed at the recollection.
"Yes," remarked Uncle Gerald, who had just come up, on his way to the meadow pasture. "And I think, boys, you will all acknowledge that you learned a good many useful things while building a boat."
A MAY-DAY GIFT.
I.
Early on the morning of the 1st of May, Abby Clayton ran downstairs, exclaiming by way of greeting to the household:
"A bright May Day! A bright May Day!"
"It isn't very bright, I'm sure!" grumbled her little brother Larry, who clattered after her. "There's no sunshine; and the wind blows so hard I sha'n't be able to sail my new boat on the pond in the park. It's mighty hard lines! I don't see why it can't be pleasant on a holiday. Think of all the shiny days we've had when a fellow had to be in school. Now, when there's a chance for some fun, it looks as if it were going to rain great guns!"
"Well, it won't," said Abby, pausing in the hall to glance back at him, as he perched upon the baluster above her. "It won't rain great guns, nor pitchforks, nor cats and dogs, nor even torrents. It's going to clear up. Don't you know that some people say the sun generally shines, for a few minutes anyhow, on Saturdays in honor of the Blessed Virgin?"
"This isn't Saturday," objected Larry, somewhat indignantly.