"And then, unless one close it with great care, it sticks—very tight!"
"That, obviating the necessity of a latch, is rather to be commended," said I.
"Besides, it is a very ill-fitting door, Peter."
"I have seen worse."
"And will be very draughty in cold weather."
"A blanket hung across will remedy that."
"Still, it can hardly be called a very good door, can it, Peter?" Here
I lighted my pipe without answering. "I suppose you make horseshoes
much better than you make doors?" I puffed at my pipe in silence.
"You are not angry because I found fault with your door, are you,
Peter?"
"Angry?" said I; "not in the least."
"I am sorry for that."
"Why sorry?"