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VIII—A Swimming Pool at Last
    T HE BOXCAR CHILDREN were so tired that they slept until ten o’clock Sunday morning.
    When they woke up at last, they hurried through breakfast and went to work on the swimming pool.
    “Well make a dam across the brook,” said Henry.
    “Here is my cart,” said Benny. ’I’ll cart stones and logs in it.”
    “Good for you,” laughed Henry.
    First the four children went down the brook to look at the pool Jessie had seen. The water was quiet here, and there was clean sand all around the little pool.
    “It’s big enough for a swimming pool,” Henry remarked, “but I don’t think it’s deep enough.”
    He put a long stick in it to see how deep it was. When he looked at the wet stick, he found that the water was about a foot deep.
    “The swimming pool should be three times as deep,” he said. “Then it will be deep enough to swim in and won’t be too deep for Benny. We’ll build the dam here with logs and stones.”
    While the other children started the dam, Jessie washed all their stockings.
    “We won’t want our stockings on while we are working in the brook,” she remarked, as she rinsed them and hung them on the clothesline to dry. “So this is a good time to wash them.”
    It was hard work building the dam, but the children liked hard work. Henry and Jessie pulled the logs to the brook, and Violet and Benny carried the stones, with the help of the cart. Now and then Henry was called on to help with a heavy stone. But the two younger children carried most of them.
    “Splash the stones right into the water,” Henry told them. “But be careful to keep them in a line between these two trees.”
    The children watched with delighted eyes as the wall of stones under the water began to grow higher and higher.
    “The rock wall will help to hold the logs in place,” said Henry.
    At last it was time to lay the logs across the brook.
    “Let’s lay the first ones between these two trees,” said Jessie. “Then the trees will hold both ends of the logs.”
    “Good work!” cried Henry, much pleased. “That’s just what we’ll do.”
    But when the first big log was splashed into place on top of the stone wall, the water began to run over the top of the log and around both ends.
    “Oh, dear!” cried Jessie. “The water runs around the ends every time! What shall we do?”
    “We’ll have to put lots of logs on, with brush between them,” said Henry. “We’ll put on so many that the water can’t get through.”
    They laid three logs across, with three more on top of them, and three more on top of those. Violet filled her arms with brush and held it in place until each log was laid. Benny filled the holes at the ends of the logs with flat stones. Such wet children never were seen before, but the hot sun would dry them off, and no one cared.
    When the three top logs were laid in place at last, the four tired children sat down to watch the pool fill. But Henry could not sit still as the water came higher and higher up the dam.
    “See how deep the pool is getting!” he cried. “See how still it is!”
    At last the pool was full, and the water came over the top of the dam and made another waterfall.
    “Just like a mill dam!” said Henry. “Now the pool is deep enough for all of us to swim in.”
    “You boys can have the first swim,” said Jessie. “We girls must go and get dinner. We’ll ring the bell when we are ready.”
    The boys splashed around in the pool, while the girls made a fire and hung the kettle of brown stew over it, stirring it now and then. Violet cut the bread and then got the butter, hard and cold, out of the refrigerator.
    When everything was ready, Jessie rang the dinner bell. This bell was only a tin can from the dump. Jessie had hung it on a tree with a string, and she rang it with a spoon. Then she got the ladle and began ladling out the stew.
    “That’s the dinner bell,” said