“’Twould be too bad to take it from you, after you have taken so much pains to make it.”
“I can make another. I take lots of comfort sitting under this tree making things; besides, I’ve nobody to play with me, and there’s not much fun playing ball alone.”
They opened another drawer (which had two small ones—one beneath the other—at one end), but there was nothing in it, except a bow and arrows, some of which had iron points.
“What a splendid bow!” said John; “how stiff it is! and what handsome arrows! What is it made of?”
“Hornbeam.”
“I never saw a bow made of that; we boys make them of ash, walnut, or hemlock.”
“Uncle Isaac told me to make it of that; perhaps that’s what the Indians make them of. In our country they make them of yew.”
They opened the little drawers, but they were empty.
“Why don’t you keep something in these drawers?”
“I’m saving them for my tools; that is, when I get any money to buy them.”