"I think you ought not to make any window, as you cannot agree about it."
They wanted to make a window now more than ever, for each wanted to have his own way; but Jonas would not consent, and as they had agreed to abide by his decision, they submitted. Jonas then returned to his work, and the boys stood by the side of the brook, not knowing exactly what to do. Jonas told them, when they went away, that he expected that they would have another quarrel, as he perceived that their hearts were still in a bad state.
HEARTS WRONG.
The boys sat down on the bank of the brook, and began to pick up little stones and throw them into the water. They began soon to talk of the window again.
Rollo said, "Jonas thought you were most to blame, I know."
"No, he did not," replied James. "He blamed you the most; he said you were unjust."
"I don't care," said Rollo. "You do not know how to build a wigwam. You cannot reach high enough to make a window."
"I can reach high," said James. "I can reach as high as that," said he, stretching up his hand.