“Look overhead, Charlie. See, I’ve laid the floor only about two thirds the way over.”
“Yes, father—what is that for?”
“We can put any log up there that is not very large,—cedar, for instance,—and one of us up there, and the other down here, split it with the whip-saw.”
“Then, on the other side, that’s floored, we can pile up the boards and plank, and keep them dry.”
“Just so; and at the end I have left space for a door to run stuff in at.”
“I can keep all my moulds, knees, and everything I need up there and below. Father, don’t you think I shall take a sight of comfort making the benches, and putting up shelves, racks for my tools, my steam box, making the window-sashes and doors, and building Uncle Isaac’s boat in here?”
“I think you will, Charlie.”
“I’ll tell you what I mean to do.”
“What?”