He slid down the plank at a speed that took his breath.

Up he climbed from the coop to the shed, carrying his board with him, and down he slid to the ground, time and again, yelling and laughing as he went, until Bud began to be anxious for his turn.

When the little fellow was boosted to the shed, he did not make a noise as John Jay had done; he slid in solemn silence and unspoken delight.
Over an hour of such sport had gone by when Bud remarked, "Ivy's a-missin' all the fun." "She's too little to go down by herself," answered John Jay; "but if I had another little board I'd take her down in front of me." He began looking around the wood-pile for one.

Then he caught sight of the big dish-pan, which had been set outside on the logs to sun.
"That's the ve'y thing!" he exclaimed.

"It'll jus' hole her." The bacon rind was nearly rubbed dry by this time, but the pan, heated by sitting so long in the sun, drew out all the grease that remained.