“Is that your flag-staff?” said Caleb.
“Yes. John Davis gave it to us. He got it out of his father's shop. We are going to set it up out at the end of our mole.”
“Yes,” said David, “and I am going to make a truck on the top, to haul up the flag by. Marianne is going to make us a flag.”
“A truck?” said Caleb, enquiringly.
“Yes,” said David, “a little wheel to put a string over to hoist it by.”
Caleb looked upon the pole, and upon David's work, for a minute in silence, and then said,
“I have got something better than a flag-staff.”
“What?” asked Dwight.
“A squirrel.”
“A squirrel!” said David in surprise.