"We're going swimming," answered Jimmie.
"Can't we go swimming?" inquired Sister hopefully.
"You can NOT!" retorted Jimmie. "Why don't you take a nap, or--
something?"
"Come on out to the barn, Roddy," Sister urged Brother when Jimmie
and his friends had gone whistling on their way to the river.
"Now don't you be meddling with any of those things out there,"
warned Molly, clearing the table. "Your brother doesn't like you
to touch his exercises, you know."
Molly called all the apparatus the boys used "exercises."
"We're not going to touch 'em!" declared Sister. "We're only going
to look."
Jimmie seldom snapped his padlock, for lately the children had not
bothered the gymnasium in the barn. They found the door open this
afternoon.
"Bet you can't jump off that!" said Sister, pointing to a home-
made "horse" that Jimmie had ingeniously contrived.
(If you don't know the kind of "horse" they use in a gymnasium,
ask your big brother or sister.)
"Bet I can!" challenged Brother.
They took turns jumping until they were tired, and they went about
poking their little fingers and noses into whatever they could
find to examine. Sister's investigations ended sadly enough, for
she succeeded in pulling down a tray of butterflies that Jimmie
was mounting (he had thought the gymnasium a safe place to keep
them out of everyone's way), and now broken glass and crumbled
butterflies were scattered all over the floor.
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