And, when he saw it, Jimmy agreed with them. It was a small one-storied brick building built some ten years before to house the four cars which at that time comprised the rolling stock of the Audelsville Street Railway, later absorbed by the larger company which ran through from Providence to Graywich. The tracks outside had long since been removed. There were two big doors on the front and many windows on each side which admitted plenty of light. They could not get in at the doors, which were fastened, but as many of the window-panes had been broken it was an easy matter to reach in and throw back one of the catches. After that they scrambled through and dropped to the floor. The place smelt damp and musty, but Jimmy declared that after it had been opened up a while it would be all right. The floor, of two-inch planks, was in good condition, and the only problem confronting them was the boarding over of the pit which ran across the building and the removal of the four tracks. The pit held a truck on which the cars had been run and so moved from one track to another. The truck was as good as ever and slid easily away on its two rails when Jimmy gave it a shove with his foot, but they couldn’t see that it would be of any value to them. In one corner a small room was partitioned off which, as Willard pointed out, would serve admirably as an office. At the back of the building, against the brick wall, was piled an accumulation of old ties, while, nearby, a long bench, surmounted by many shelves, indicated that that corner of the barn had been sacred to the painter. “It might be a bit bigger,” mused Jimmy. “Still you could get eight or ten cars in here by crowding. We could move that bench to this side by the windows and do our repairs there. What’s at the back of this?” Willard, leaning out the window by which they had entered, reported that there was nothing at the back except a fifteen or twenty-foot space of weeds. “Then, some time, we could build out further if we wanted to,” said Jimmy. “Know what the rent is, Tom?” “No, but I guess it isn’t much. The thing’s been empty as long as I can remember, pretty nearly. I guess we could get it cheap.” “Perhaps they’d sell it,” suggested Willard. “We couldn’t buy it if they would,” answered Tom. “We might later. Would it cost much to put a floor over that pit, Jimmy?” “No, I shouldn’t think so. I know where there’s a lot of second-hand lumber we could get. What do you fellows think about the place?” “I think it’s just the thing,” said Tom, with a suggestion of pride for having discovered it. “It’s only about a hundred feet from Main Street and just a few blocks from the center of the town. And――and it’s fairly fire-proof, I suppose.” “Yes,” agreed Jimmy, “there isn’t much to burn here. We’d have to have insurance, though. What’s your idea of it, Will?”