By and by there'll be enough, officers and men both, but now there's only carpenters and such." "But there are SOME officer ones--" insisted Babbie.

"I wonder-- Oh, see, Uncle Jed, through that window--see, aren't those soldiers?
They've got on soldier clothes." Jed presumed likely that they were.

Barbara nodded, sagely.

"And they're officers, too," she said, "I'm sure they are because they're in the office.

Do they call them officers because they work in offices, Uncle Jed ?" After an hour's walking about they went back to the place where they had left the boat and Jed set about making the chowder.
Barbara watched him build the fire and open the clams, but then, growing tired of sitting still, she was seized with an idea.
"Uncle Jed," she asked, "can't you whittle me a shingle boat?
You know you did once at our beach at home.