"Mrs. Brady give it to me."
"Mother would think it was pretty," with a glance at his older brother.
"And she shall have it," said Pat. "But them boards won't do. I've bought some cheap ones at the lumber yard, and they're on the way. And here's the nails. We'll get that stove out this day, I'm thinkin'. I couldn't sleep in my bed last night for thinkin' of mother roastin' by it."
"Nor I, neither," said Mike.
"Well, let's get to diggin' the holes."
"They're dug."
"When did you dig 'em?"
"Before day."
"Does mother know?"
"Never a word."