“Yes,” said Dorothy, “but what are you going to heat the nails for?”
“To take the stiffness out of them,” said Stuyvesant.
“To take the stiffness out?” replied Dorothy. “What do you wish to do that for?”
“So that I can clinch them,” replied Stuyvesant, “and I should like to have you take them off the fire as soon as you see that they are red-hot.”
DOROTHY’S FIRE.
“Yes,” said Dorothy, “I will.”
So Phonny and Stuyvesant went away, while Dorothy resumed her ironing.
They got a wheel-barrow and a rake, and went out to the hen-house. They raked the floor all over, drawing out the old straw, sticks, &c., to the door. They then with a fork pitched this rubbish into the wheel-barrow, and wheeled it out, and made a heap of it in a clear place at some distance from the buildings, intending to set it on fire. There were four wheel-barrow loads of it in all.