"There, I guess that's some work," Abner remarked, as he critically surveyed the room. "Doesn't take us long to do a job when we once git at it, eh, Zeb?"
"Let's finish it, though," was the reply. "We might as well fix up the cots while we're about it."
"Sure, an' have everythin' ready when the folks git back. My, won't they be surprised. An' Orphan Home built in two hours! I wonder what them slow-pokes in town would think of that."
They had just begun to carry in the cots, when an auto stopped before the house, and the impatient call of a klaxon sounded forth.
"It's the same men who went by when we were in the shop," Zeb explained. "Must be them members after ye'r vote, Abner. They want ye to go out. Listen to the noise that thing's makin'."
"Jerry'll like that," was the reply. "He must be shiverin' with delight. Let 'em keep it up."
And keep it up they did for a whole minute, while Zeb and Abner went on with their work.
"Hi there," shouted an impatient voice. "Are you deaf?"
Abner winked at Zeb.
"S'pose we let 'em think we are deaf," he suggested. "I don't like their gall. Anyway, we might as well have a little fun, so let's bring down their topsails. They're carryin' too much sail fer sich crafts."