out into the lake, and it sailed along so proudly, it must have been very glad to be free.
"There's Hal Bingham's boat," ventured Flossie. "Maybe I could go out a little ways in that."
"Of course you can," promptly answered Freddie. "I can row."
"I don't know, we might upset," Flossie said, hesitating.
"But it isn't deep. Why, Downy walks around out here," went on the brother.
This assurance gave the little girl courage, and slipping the rope off the peg that secured the boat to the shore, very carefully she put Freddie on one seat, while she sat herself on the other.
The oars were so big she did not attempt to handle them, but just depended on the boat to do its own sailing.
"Isn't this lovely!" declared Freddie, as the boat drifted quietly along.
"Yes, but how can we get back?" asked Flossie, beginning to realize their predicament.
"Oh, easy!" replied Freddie, who suddenly seemed to have become a man, he was so brave.
