There was a little stream of water, coming down the hill in the middle of the road, and forming a long pool at the bottom. Jonas turned his horse to one side, to avoid this pool of water, and waited until Oliver came up.
"Well, Oliver," said he,—"tired of the mill already?"
"Why, no," said Oliver, "only I thought that, on the whole, I'd rather go with you. I didn't think that you were going to be gone so long."
"It is about two miles," said Jonas.
"Where are you going?" said Oliver.
"O, to see about some logs. I thought you heard your father tell me to go and see about some logs."
"What about the logs?" said Oliver.
"Why, to make the boards of, for the barn."
"O," replied Oliver, "I didn't know that."
"Yes," continued Jonas, "when we want boards, we have to go to somebody who owns some pine timber in the woods, and get him to cut down some of them, and haul them to the mill. Then they saw them up, and make boards."