Before they could help Mrs. James cut the bias end to become a square end, Rachel came down the lane in order to see the finish of the fencing job.
“Well sakes! Ain’t you even begun yit?” was her comment.
“Certainly! We began twice, and this will be the third time,” retorted Janet.
“Whad’s the matter? Yoh ain’t got nuttin’ to show fer the work,” was Rachel’s reply.
“That’s because we are figuring on posts. The wire is five feet wide and the posts only three and a half. Perhaps we will have to get Ames to set up new posts, after all,” explained Janet, but she would not say a word to Rachel about the poor judgment she and her helpers had shown in running the fence skyward.
“I kin fix dat trouble in no time, honey,” declared Rachel, taking a look at the posts and then going to the barn.
When she reappeared she was carrying an armful of thick slats which she had found in the harness-room on the floor. She joined the waiting carpenters and threw the load upon the ground.
“I don’no what dese is foh, but dey is jus’ what you wants fer to lift dem postes up higher. Now give me dat hammeh.”
Rachel’s powerful arms soon had the slats nailed securely to the top of the posts so that they were extended two feet higher than they were before. The extensions were quite firm, too, so the girls again started to attach the wire to the first post.
“Say! You ain’t goin’ to bother wid all that wire while you air tackin’ on one piece, is you?” demanded Rachel.