Jonas inquired where the carpenter lived, and then drove directly to his house. He found that he was not at home. He had gone across the pond, to mend a bridge, which had been in part carried away by the floods made when the snow went off. Rollo sat in the wagon in the yard by the side of the carpenter's house, while Jonas stood at the door, making inquiries and getting this information.
"If you want to see him very much," said the carpenter's wife, "I presume you can get a boat down in the village, and go across the pond."
"How far is he from the other side of the pond?"
"O, close by the upper landing," said she; "not a quarter of a mile from the shore, right up the road."
Jonas thanked the woman for her information, and got into the wagon.
"Let us get a boat and go over, Jonas," said Rollo, as they were turning the wagon round.
"I should," said Jonas, "if there was not such a threatening of a storm."
"It does not blow much," said Rollo.
"No," said Jonas, "not much now, but the wind may rise before we get back. However, we'll go and see if we can get a boat."