“Where did they get the colors?” said Charles.
“Out of roots and barks, that no one knows but themselves.”
“What color are they?” said Charles.
“Just the color of that,” said Joe, taking a copper coin from his pocket.
But he was the most of all delighted when he discovered that Uncle Isaac had lived among them, and knew all their ways, and promised himself that he would have many a good time talking with him.
“You must get the right side of Uncle Isaac if you want Indian stories,” said Joe.
“I guess he has done that already,” replied Ben, “or he never would have lent him his tools. Uncle Isaac don’t lend his tools to everybody. If you only knew the secret of the Indian colors, Charles, you might make your bedstead look gay.”
“Yes, father, and not cost a penny either. I would color the sacking bottom green; no, red; no, blue, I think, would look the handsomest.”