“My! that’s guessing, mother.”
He removed the cloth, and there were a chicken-pie, and two apple-pies, and a baked Indian pudding.
“Didn’t I tell you I could cook, mother?” said Charlie, greatly delighted at her astonishment.
“Well, Charlie,” said Ben, “that is as good a piece of work as any joiner could make. You could not have employed your time better than you have in making that sink. It will be a great help to your mother in doing her work, and a daily convenience and comfort to all of us. There is but one thing it lacks; that is a moulding where the closet joins the sink, to cover the joints, and make a finish.”
“Yes, father; I had not time to make that, because I wanted to get dinner, that mother might not come home, and have to go right to cooking the moment she got in the house.”
“To make it look just right, there should be a bead on the edge, or something of the kind; but I have no tool that it can be done with.”
“I have, father; I borrowed one of Uncle Isaac.”
“You must have got well into the good graces of Uncle Isaac, for he don’t like to lend his tools. But how did you bring these tools, that I have never seen them?”
“You know when I went over to see John, Uncle Isaac sent you a bag of apples.”
“Yes.”