The first day of his return, when school was over, he set off rejoicing in his freedom, for a ramble through the snow, still revolving what he was to do next; for he wanted some steady employment with an end in view.

In the course of his solitary walk, he came to the Wan Water, the other river that flowed through the wide valley--and wan enough it was now with its snow-sheet over it! As he stood looking at its still, dead face, and lamenting that the snow lay too deep over the ice to admit of skating, by a sudden reaction, a summer-vision of the live water arose before him; and he thought how delightful it would be to go sailing down the sparkling ripples, with the green fields all about him, and the hot afternoon sun over his head.

That would be better even than scudding along it on his skates.
His next thought was at once an idea and a resolve.

Why should he not build a boat?
He _would_ build a boat.

He would set about it directly .-- Here was work for the rest of the winter! His first step must be to go home and have his dinner; his next--to consult George Macwha, who had been a ship-carpenter in his youth.