"Surely," said Bob. "Tony has been making a lot of fence posts this winter. We're going to make a regular business."
"How much will they cost us?" asked Alex.
"Seventy-five cents at the pit and you can haul them yourselves."
"I'll speak to father about it and see what he says. He rather thought, though, we'd make them ourselves."
"Just as you like," said Bob. "The posts will cost you less if you make them yourselves and you'll have the advantage, when the shed is once up, you can make all kinds of things."
"I think that's what we'd rather do. I'd like to work in cement myself. I think it must be very interesting, and I'd like to get father started so we can get some concrete buildings like Brookside Farm. You haven't any idea, Bob, how nice your buildings look from over at the turn of the road."
"Oh, yes, I do. I often stop when I'm coming out from town to take a look from that point."
"How long do you want Tony?" asked Bob.
"We'd like to have him two or three weeks," said Alex.
"That will be all right—we can let him go."