“Won’t it be fine! How I should love to live there!” The children were still talking about the new house.
“Where do you suppose Mr. Emerson got the wood?” questioned Ruth.
“I know,” answered Wallace; “at the lumber yard.”
“Did he, father? Couldn’t he have just chopped down some of those trees over there?” asked Ruth, pointing to a wooded hill to the right.
“I hardly think so,” replied Mr. Duwell. “Before trees can be used in building they have to be—”
“Sawed into boards and planks,” finished Wallace.
“Good!” said his father. “And where is that done?”
“At the sawmill,” said the boy.