ed to stop

Wed, unless the boards were to be put on a wagon to be carted off and
sold. "I'll tell you what we'd better do, Freddie," said the watchman at
last. "What?" Freddie asked. "We'd better make a little ship first. That
will be easy and we can make it like a big one. Then we'll have
something to go by--a sort of pattern, such as your mother uses when she
makes a dress for your little sister." "Oh yes!" cried Freddie. "That's
what we'll do--make a little pattern ship first. It will be easier."
"Much easier," said James. "Now I'll find some small pieces of board for
you, and----" But just then one of the workmen in the yard called to the
watchman to come and help him pile some lumber on a wagon. "Wait just a
minute, Freddie," said James. "I'll be back soon and help you." "All
right," answered Freddie. He sat down on a pile of shingles, and thought
of the time when he and Tommy Todd should set off on their ship to find
the shipwrecked Mr. Todd. The watchman was gone longer than he expected.
Freddie grew tired of waiting for him, and finally said to himself: "I'm
going to look for some wood myself. I guess I can find it." He looked
for some on the ground, but, though there were many chips, and broken
pieces, there was none of the kind Freddie thought would be good for a
toy ship--the pattern after which the real one would be made. "I guess
I'll climb up on one of these piles of lu