us have some of the concrete to-morrow when the men are mixing it, and we can try to make one."
The girls raced over to the spot where the contractor was just about to get into his Ford, and stopped him.
"Would you mind letting us have a little concrete to-morrow to make a bird's bath with?" begged Dorothy breathlessly.
"A bird's bath?" repeated Mr. Anderson. "How are you going to make it?"
"Couldn't we put some concrete in a pan and squeeze another pan down on to it and let it harden?"
"Why, yes, something like that," returned Mr. Anderson slowly.
"Do you want to make it yourselves?"
"Yes, indeed," all three girls cried in chorus.
He smiled at their enthusiasm and offered a suggestion.
"I suppose you want the bird's bath for your garden, Miss Dorothy;--why don't you make a little pool for the garden?"
"Oh, could we?"
"If you could get a tub and lay down a flooring of concrete and then put in another tub enough smaller so that there