“What?” said Raymond.
“When do you think you shall be done singing that tune?”
Raymond smiled, and asked “Why?”
“Why,” said Caleb, in rather a timid voice, “I don't think it is a very pretty tune.”
“Don't you?” said Raymond. “Well, I don't admire it much myself.”
“Then what do you sing it so much, for, Raymond?”
“O, that's my lesson,” said Raymond, “but how does your saw do, Caleb?”
“Very well; only I can't get my tree along.”
“Where do you want to get it?”
“O, out to the fence,” said Caleb.