"
"Good!" cried Dorothy, clapping her hands delightedly. "That was the
way the Magic Carpet took us across. We didn't have to touch the
horrid sand at all."
"But where is the sand-boat?" asked the shaggy man, looking all
around him.
"I'll make you one," said Johnny Dooit.
As he spoke, he knocked the ashes from his pipe and put it in his
pocket. Then he unlocked the copper chest and lifted the lid, and
Dorothy saw it was full of shining tools of all sorts and shapes.
Johnny Dooit moved quickly now--so quickly that they were astonished
at the work he was able to accomplish. He had in his chest a tool for
everything he wanted to do, and these must have been magic tools
because they did their work so fast and so well.
The man hummed a little song as he worked, and Dorothy tried to listen
to it. She thought the words were something like these:
The only way to do a thing
Is do it when you can,
And do it cheerfully, and sing
And work and think and plan.
The only real unhappy one
Is he who dares to shirk;
The only really happy one
Is he who cares to work.
Whatever Johnny Dooit was singing he was certainly doing things, and
they all stood by and watched him in amazement.
He seized an axe and in a couple of chops felled a tree. Next he took
a saw and in a few minutes sawed the tree-trunk into broad, long
boards.
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