“Then we’ll put those casks in, for they take up a great deal of room.”
“All but that large one, William; we shall want that. I shall fix it up in a corner.”
“What for, Ready?”
“To put water in.”
“But we are closer to the spring than we were at the other house.”
“I know that; but, perhaps, we may not be able to go out of the stockade, and then we shall want water.”
“I understand, Ready; how thoughtful you are!”
“If at my age I did not think a little, William, it would be very odd. You don’t know how anxious I am to see them all inside of this defence.”
“But why should we not come in, Ready?”
“Why, sir, as there is still plenty of work, I do not like to press the matter, lest your mamma should be fidgeted, and think there was danger; but danger there is; I have a kind of forewarning of it. I wish you would propose that they should come in at once; the standing-bed places are all ready, except the canvas, and I shall nail on new by to-night.”