one his last day's work. The
planes and a few other tools were neatly arranged upon it, and his apron
was spread over them. On the walls were models of boats and yachts, and
in one corner were the "moulds." Donald seated himself on the
tool-chest, and looked around at every familiar object in the shop. He
was thinking of something, but his thought had not yet taken definite
form. While he was considering the present and the future, Samuel Rodman
entered the shop.

"Do you suppose I can get the model of the Sea Foam, Don John?" inquired
he, after something had been said about the deceased boat-builder.

"I think you can. The model and the drawings are all here," replied
Donald.

"We intend to build the Maud this season, and I want her to be as near
like the Sea Foam as possible."

"Who is going to build her?" asked Donald, his interest suddenly kindled
by the question.

"I don't know; we haven't spoken to any one about it yet," replied
Samuel. "There isn't anybody in these parts that can build her as
your father would."

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"Sam, can't I do this job for you?" said Donald.

"You?"

"Yes, I. You know I used to work with my father, and I understand his
way of doing things."

"Well, I hadn't thought that you could do it; but I will talk with my
father about it," answered Samuel, who appeared to have some doubts
about the ability of his friend to do so large a job.

"I don't mean to do it all myself, Sam. I will hire one or two
first-rate ship carpenters," added Donald. "She shall be just like the
Sea Foam, except a little alteration, which my father explained to me,
in the bow and run."

"Do you think you could do the job, Don John?" asked Samuel, with an
incredulous smile.

"I know I could," said Donald, earnestly. "If I had time enough I could
build her all alone."

"We want her as soon as we can get her."

"She shall be finished as quick as my father could have done her."

"I will see my father about it to-night, Don John, and let you know
to-morrow. I came down to see about the model."

Samuel Rodman left the shop and walked down the beach to the sail-boat
in which he had come. Donald was almost inspired by the idea which had
taken possession of him. If he could only carry on his father's
business, he could make money enough to support the family; and knowing
every stick in the hull of a vessel, he felt competent to do so. Full of
enthusiasm, he hastene