“Very well. Go ahead,” said his father. So Tommy picked up two boards and looked at them. But they were square at the ends.
“We must make the runners,” he said sadly.
“That’s so,” said his father.
“Will you saw them for me?” asked Tommy.
“Yes, if you will show me where to saw.” Tommy pondered.
“Wait,” he said, and he ran off, and in a moment came back with a picture of a sled in a magazine. “Now make it this way,” he said, showing his father how he should saw the edges.
He was surprised to see how well his father could do this, and his admiration for him increased as he found that he could handle the tools quite as well as Peake, the farmer; and soon the sled began to look like a real sled with runners, sawed true, and with cross-pieces for the feet to rest on, and even with a strip of iron, taken from the edges of the boxes, carefully nailed on the bottom of the runners.
Suddenly Tommy cried, “Father, why not give Johnny this sled?”
“The very thing!” exclaimed his father with a smile. And Tommy felt quite proud of having suggested it.
“I wish it had a place to hitch on the goats,” said Tommy, thoughtfully.