“Well there’s nothing like being satisfied with what you have to have,” said Carey. “Here, Nell, you look out for the rest of that base-board; I’m off to borrow a truck. Next time you see me I’ll be riding a load of stone!”
“I’ll come down at six o’clock and help you load!” shouted Harry from the third story, where he was rapidly changing into his working-clothes.
“All right, kid; that’s the stuff. Nell will save us some supper, and we’ll work till dark.”
“It won’t be dark,” said Louise sagely. “It’s moonlight tonight.”
“That’s right too,” said Carey as he seized his hat and dashed out of the house.
CHAPTER VIII
“You’ve got him to work!” said Louise joyously, looking at her sister with shining eyes.
“I didn’t do it,” said Cornelia, smiling. “He came of his own accord, and seems awfully interested.”
“Well, it’s because you’re here, of course; that makes all the difference in the world.”
“Thank you, Louie,” said her sister, stooping to kiss the warm cheek lovingly.