"

Trouble wanted to sail in the new boats, also, but they were not large
enough for two. Besides Mrs. Martin did not want the baby to be in the
water too much. So she carried him away, Trouble crying and screaming to
be allowed to stay, while Jan and Ted got ready for their first trip.
They pretended the boats were ocean steamers and that the cove in the
lake, near grandpa's camp, was the big ocean.

They had pieces of wood which their grandfather had whittled out for
them to use as paddles, and, as Ted said, they could sit down in the
bottoms of the box-boats and never mind how much water came in, for they
still had on their bathing suits.

"All aboard!" called Teddy, as he got into his boat.

"I'm coming," answered Janet, pushing off from shore.

"Oh, I can really paddle!" cried Ted in delight, as he found that his
box floated with him in it and he could send it along by using the board
for a paddle, as one does in a canoe. "Isn't this great, Janet?"

"Oh, it's lots of fun!"

"I'm glad you thought of it. I never would," went on Ted. He was a good
brother, for, whenever his sister did anything unusual like this he
always gave her credit for it.

Around and around in the little cove paddled the Curlytops, having fun
in their box-boats.

"I'm going to let the wind blow me," said Jan, after a bit. "I'm tired
of paddling."

"There isn't any wind," Ted remarked.

"Well, what makes me go along, then!" asked his sister. "Look, I'm
moving and I'm not paddling at all!"

She surely was. In her boat she was sailing right across the little
cove, and, as Ted had said, there was not enough wind to blow a feather,
to say nothing of a heavy box with a little girl in it.

"Isn't it queer!" exclaimed Janet. "What makes me go this way, Ted? You
aren't sailing."

Ted's boat was not moving now, for he had stopped paddling.

Still Jan's craft moved on slowly but surely through the water. Then Ted
saw a funny thing and gave a cry of surprise.

CHAPTER XIV

DIGGING FOR GOLD

"What's the matter?" called Jan. Her boat was now quite a little
distance away from her brother's. "Do you see anything, Teddy?"

"I see you are being towed, Janet."

"Being what?"

"Towed--pulled along, you know, just like the mules pull the canal
boats."

Once the Curlytops had visited a cousin who lived in the country near a
canal, and they had seen the mules and horses walking along the canal
towpath pulling the big boats by a lo