“She’ll want a couple o’ wedges under her, Master Tom,” said David.
“Yes. I’ve got a couple of pieces that will just do—part of a little box,” cried Tom. “I’ll fetch them, and the saw to cut the exact size. You wait here.”
“And put the drawers in, sir?”
“Not till we’ve got this right,” replied Tom, who was already at the head of the steps; and he ran down and across to the house, obtained the saw from the tool-chest, and hurried back to the mill, where he found David down in the workshop, waiting for him with his hands in his pockets.
“Didn’t yer uncle ought to leave his tool-chest over here, sir?” said the gardener.
“Oh yes, I suppose he will,” said Tom. “It would be handier. Halloo, did you open that window?”
“No, sir. I see it ajar like when we first came, and it just blowed open like when the door was swung back.”
Tom said no more, but led the way up-stairs, where the pieces of wood were wedged in under the front legs, sawn off square, and the drawers were replaced.
“Capital, Master Tom,” cried the gardener. “You’d make quite a carpenter. I say, what’s it like up-stairs?”
“Come and see,” said Tom, ready to idle a little now the work was done, and very proud of the place he had helped to contrive.