Billy appropriated the hammock, and swung by pulling a rope tied around a tree.

The very energy with which he went at the work of swinging himself appealed to Wesley.
"Mercy, but he's an active little body," he said.

"There isn't a lazy bone in him.

See how he works to pay for his fun." "There goes his foot through it!" cried Margaret.

"Wesley, he shall not ruin my hammock." "Of course he shan't!" said Wesley.