CHAPTER III.
A GOOD DAY’S WORK.

Tue next day it rained as hard as it could
pour.

“Very good for the garden, and capital for
my boat,” said Tom. He brought the pieces
that he had sawed off the day before, into the
back shed, and went to work to smooth them
at the edges, and fit them together. The boat
was to be six feet long and three feet wide—a
small affair, to be sure, but large enough to car-
ry Bessie and him over to the beloved island.
He worked hard all day, and at night the
pieces were smoothed and nearly ready to be
put together; but Tom had no nails. What was
to be done? Where was he to get the money
to buy them? He said to Bessie: “I'll tell
you what I can do. I will ask father to let