“Mr. Foss wants me, too; but I can do better building boats at home than I can working in the ship-yard. I’ve learned about all I can here.”
“I could get just as good wages at Wiscasset as I can here, and go home every few weeks.”
“Ain’t we going home in a glorious time of year? The sea-fowl will be coming along.”
“There will be berries.”
“Pickerel in my pond.”
“O, Charlie, I’ll tell you what we’ll do—you, and I, and Fred.”
“What?”
“We’ll borrow Uncle Isaac’s birch, and go up the brook to the falls, then take her on our shoulders, and carry her round the falls, then follow all the crooks of the brook till we come to the pond. It is real crooked; I dare say ’twould be three or four miles.”
“That would be something we never did; and the water in the pond will be so warm to go in swimming!”
“Yes; I never thought of that.”