“Yes, it will be a sort of harbour for 'em,” said David.
Caleb looked quite pleased at this plan and wanted the boys to let him help; and Dwight said he might go and help them get their next load of stones.
But Caleb did not help much, although he really tried to help. He kept getting into the other boys' way. At last Dwight got out of patience, and said,
“Caleb, you don't help us the least mite. I wish you would go away.”
But Caleb wanted to help; and Dwight tried to make him go away. Presently, he began to laugh at him for being afraid of a cow.
“I suppose I could frighten you by moo-ing at you, Caleb.”
Caleb did not answer, but walked along by the side of the wheelbarrow. David was wheeling it; for they had now got it loaded, and were going back to the shore of the brook, Caleb on one side, and Dwight upon the other. Dwight saw that Caleb hung his head, and looked confused.
“Moo! moo!” said Dwight.
Caleb walked along silent as before.
“Moo! moo!” said Dwight, running round to Caleb's side of the wheelbarrow, and moo-ing close into his ear.