d if it is, didn't we
better ought to take it to him?"

"How?" asked Flossie.

"Why, we can push it along the shore with sticks, 'cause there's no oars
in it, and when we see him picking blueberries we can holler to him to
come an' get his boat."

Flossie thought this over a few seconds. Then she said:

"Let's!"

This meant she would do as Freddie said. The twins did not stop to
consider whether they were doing something they ought not to do. They
planned to keep near shore, and that was as much as they remembered of
what their mother had told them--that they were not to go out on the
lake in any boat without her permission or their father's.

"But paddling along the shore isn't going out," said Freddie. "Anyhow,
mother and father would want us to give back the boat to the blueberry
boy, wouldn't they?"

"Course," said Flossie. "Get another stick, Freddie, and we can poke the
boat along, and we won't have to go far out at all."

In a little while the two twins were shoving the drifted boat along the
shore by pushing the ends of their sticks into the soft bank. The boat
was of good size, and it was flat-bottomed, which meant it would not
easily tip over. Flossie and Freddie each knew how to row, though they
had to have oars made especially for them. But they knew how to keep in
the middle of a boat, and never thought of rocking it or changing seats,
so they were much safer than most children of their age would have been.

Having lived near Lake Metoka all their lives, they knew more about
boats and water than perhaps some of you small boys and girls do; and
they could both swim, though, of course not very far, nor were they
allowed to try it in deep water.

"Oh, this is lots of fun!" cried Flossie, as she and Freddie poled the
boat along. "This is real trav'lin'!"

"But we mustn't go too far," said Freddie, not quite sure whether or not
his mother would think what he and his sister were doing was just right.
"As soon as we see the blueberry boy we must give him his boat and go
back home."

"If he wants to row us back, can't we let him?" asked Flossie.

"Yes, but he can't row, 'cause there are no oars in the boat," said
Freddie.

"Maybe he has 'em with him. I guess that's what happened," went on the
little girl. "You know we take the oars out of our boat and put them up
on shore. And then maybe the blueberry boy forgot to tie his boat."

"And it blew away and we found it," finished Freddie. "Come on, pu