"We're going to make two of these seats, one for your office and the other for the veranda," said Ethel Brown, standing erect and putting a hand upon her weary back. The rest of the young carpenters stopped their work and wiped their perspiring foreheads while they explained the construction of the piece of furniture to their friend.
"This long narrow box is the seat, you see. It's a shoe case, and it's just the right height for comfort. Roger has put hinges on the cover, so you can use it for a chest and keep rugs and cushions inside."
"That's about as simple as it could be. Does it take all of you to help Roger do that?"
"O, that's only a part of the entire affair. We're making these two sets of shelves to go at the ends of the seat."
"I see. A great light breaks on me!"
"They're to be fastened to the ends of the seat."
"Not for keeps. That's Ethel Blue's patent. She said it would be awkward to move about if it were all built together, so we're making it in three parts, and we're going to lock them together with hooks and screw eyes."
"That is clever! Then if you want to you can use these sets of shelves for little bookcases in another room or you can fasten on one of them and not the other."
"Ethel Blue and I thought we'd make pink cushions for your office if you'd like them."
"I think they'd be charming. That pink room raises my spirits when--"