BUILDING THE DAM
EVEN a hammer makes a good pillow if one is tired enough, and the freight-car family slept until the nine-o'clock church bells began to ring faintly in the valley. There were at least a dozen churches, and their far-away bells sounded sweetly harmonious in so many different keys.
"They almost play a tune," said Violet, as she listened.
"I like music all right," replied Henry in a business-like way, "but I for one shall have to get to work."
"This will be a good day to wash all the stockings," said Jess. "We'll all be wading so much in the brook, anyway."
After breakfast the first thing Henry did was to survey, with critical eyes, the spot they had chosen for a pool. It was a hollow about three yards across. There were no stones in it at all.
"It's big enough already," remarked Henry at last, "but it hasn't enough water in it." He measured its depth with a stick. "We'll have to guess at inches," he said.
