"Does it?" said Forester. "Then I don't know what we shall do."
"We must stay here, to-day," said Marco. "Then I can see Isaiah make a shingle. Isaiah can make a shingle. Did you know it?"
"I don't hear it rain," said Forester.
"I mean to get up and see," said Marco.
There was no glass window in this garret, but the light shone through the chinks between the logs. There was a wooden window, as Marco called it; that is, there was an opening in the wall, with a wooden shutter to close it. Marco went to this window and opened it. He looked out upon the wild and solitary scene which was before him with great interest. At length he said,
"No, cousin Forester, it does not rain,—but I wish you would stay here to-day."
"Very well," said Forester. "I will stay here as long as you wish."
Marco was rejoiced to hear this; and he spent two hours, after breakfast, in rambling about the farmer's house and grounds. He went into the little shop, and amused himself for half an hour in seeing Isaiah make shingles. Isaiah let him try to make one himself, and he succeeded pretty well. He carried his shingle in to Forester to show it to him.
Forester said he thought it was a very good shingle.