“I do.”
“Yourself and your father—eh?”
“Dad ain't here two days running, and then on'y to sleep.”
“And you take the entire charge of the house?”
“Yes, and the log tallies.”
“The log tallies?”
“Yes; keep count and measure the logs that go by the slide.”
It flashed upon me that I had passed the slide or declivity on the hillside, where logs were slipped down into the valley, and I inferred that Johnson's business was cutting timber for the mill.
“But you're rather young for all this work,” I suggested.
“I'm goin' on sixteen,” she said gravely.