The children spent most of the morning in watching the road. Every cloud
of dust that tokened an approaching traveller raised a new hope. Many
people went by on horses or in carriages. Once in a while there was a
stray bicycler, but nobody turned in towards the cabin.
After a while, in virtue of its being his especial holiday, John Jay
ordered the smaller children to stay in the yard, while he took a swim
in the pond. But the pleasure did not last long. He could only splash
and paddle around dog-fashion, and the sun burnt his back so badly that
he was glad to get out of the water.
Afternoon came, and nothing unusual had happened, but John Jay kept up
his courage and looked around for something to do to occupy the time. A
wide plank leaned up against the little shed at one side of the cabin.
It made him think of Uncle Billy's cellar door, where he had spent many
a happy hour sliding.
"I'm goin' to have a coast," he said to Bud. A smooth board which he
found near the woodpile furnished him with a fine toboggan.
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