There was a shout then that brought aunt Judith and Susie to the window, and Porter was saying to himself,—
"Well, I am glad we brought along our skates, after all. There'll be a chance to use 'em."
CHAPTER IX.
GRAND COASTING.
Vosh Stebbins got home from school very early Friday afternoon, and his chores were attended to in a great hurry.
After that, his mother's mind was stirred to the curiosity point by an unusual amount of hammering out in the barn. He was a good deal of a mechanical genius, or, as she expressed it, "he had a nateral turn for tools;" and he had more than once astonished her by the results of his hammering. When, however, she asked him what he was up to, all she could get from him was,—
"I tell you what, mother, I'm going to show 'em a new wrinkle. Wait till morning. 'Tisn't quite ready yet."
"You'd ort to tell me, Vosh. Mebbe I could give you some idees."
He was very close-mouthed for once, however, and it may be he had some doubts about his own "idees."