to move than he had expected. Flossie stayed among the rugs and robes.
Freddie knew enough about boats to be sure that to steer one the tiller ought to move from side to side. So, finding that the rope, which was fast to the sail, was keeping the rudder handle from moving, he began to loosen the coils.
As soon as he did that the rudder moved from side to side, and this, of course, made the ice-boat do the same thing.
"Oh, dear!" cried Flossie, "don't jiggle it so, Freddie!"
"I—I can't—help it!" chattered Freddie, his words coming jerkily, for he was being "jiggled" himself, as the rudder shook from side to side in his hand. "This—this is the way to—to steer an ice-boat."
"Well, I don't like it," Flossie announced. "It makes me homesick!"
"Do you mean—seasick?" asked Freddie, trying his best to hold the tiller still.
"No, I mean homesick! I want to go home!"
"But we're having a nice ride, Flossie."
