"Father thinks it will," answered Elta, quietly.
"Oh yes. Of course father thinks so; but he may be mistaken as well as
other folks. Now if I'd had the building of this craft, I would have
floated all the material down to the mouth of the creek. Then
everything would have been ready for a start as soon as she was
finished."
"How would you have loaded the wheat?" demanded Elta.
"Why, boated it down, of course."
"And so added largely to its cost," answered the practical girl. "You
know, Winn, that it was ever so much cheaper to build the raft here
than it would have been 'way down there, and, besides, father wasn't
ready to start when it was finished. I heard him tell mother that he
didn't care to get away before the 1st of November. Anyhow, father
must understand his own business better than a sixteen-year-old boy,
even if that boy's name is Winn Caspar."
"Oh, I never saw such a girl as you are!" exclaimed Winn, impatiently.
"You are always making objections to my plans, and telling me that I'm
only a boy. You'd rather any time travel in a rut that some one else
had made than mark out a track for yourself. For my part, I'd much
rather think out my own plans and try new ways."
"So do I, Winnie; but--"
"Oh, don't call me 'Winnie,' whatever you do! I'm as tired of pet
names and baby talk as I am of waiting here for high-water that won't
ever come.
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