not. Why?"

"I was looking at the river and thinking how pleasant it would
be to go out on it, if we could."

"If we can get home, Winnie, I'll see how the matter stands."

"I don't want to go home," said Winnie.

"But I want to have you. And Karen will want the
huckleberries."

"Well -- I'll go," said Winnie. "But we'll come again, Governor
-- won't we?"

"As often as you please. Now shall I carry you?"

"O no!"

But Winthrop presently judged of that also for himself, and
taking his little sister on one arm, made his way steadily and
swiftly down to the level ground.

"_You're_ a good climber," was Winnie's remark when he set her
on her feet again. "And I don't know but I was once. I've
almost forgotten. But it's as good to have you carry me, and
to see you do it."

The Merry-go-round was found in good condition, only with her
seams a little, or not a little, opened. That trouble however
was got over by the help of a little caulking and submersion
and time; and she floated again as lightly as ever. Some days
still passed, owing to weather or other causes, before the
first evening came when they went out to try her.

That evening, -- it was the seventeenth of August, and very
fair, -- they went down to the rocks, just when the afternoon
had grown cool in the edge of the evening. Winnie put herself
in the stern of the little white boat, and Winthrop took his
old place and the oars. Winnie's eyes were sparkling.

"It will be harder work to pull than it used to be," she
remarked joyously, -- "you're so out of the habit of it."

Winthrop only replied by pushing the little skiff off.

"However," continued Winnie, "I guess it isn't much to pull me
anywhere."

"Which way shall we go?" said Winthrop, one or two slow
strokes of his oar sending the little boat forward in a way
that made Winnie smile.

"I don't know -- I want to go everywhere -- Let's go up,
Winthrop, and see how it looks -- Let's go over under Wut-a-
qut-o. O how beautiful it is, Winthrop! --"

Winthrop said nothing, but a repetition of those leisurely
strokes brought the boat swiftly past the cedars and rocks of
Shahweetah's shore and then out to the middle of the river,
gradually drawing nearer to the other side. But when the mid-
river was gained, high enough up to be clear of the
obstructing point of Shahweetah, Winnie's ecstatic cry of
delight brought Winthrop's head round; and with that he lay
upon his oars and looked too. He mig