It took the united strength of both boys to get Ivy to the top of the shed, but at last she was seated, with John Jay just behind her on his little board, his legs thrown protectingly around the pan.

They shot down so fast that Ivy was terrified.

No sooner was she dumped out of the pan on to the ground than she retired to a safe distance, and stuck her thumb in her mouth.

Nothing could induce her to get in again.
"I'm goin' down in the dish-pan by myself," announced Bud from the shed roof.

"It jus' fits me." John Jay grinned, and stood a little to one side to watch the performance.