“That’s a good idee,” said Bill approvingly. “Well, how’d you feel when you was a-goin’ off th’ load ker-slap?”
“I didn’t feel,” said Davie, “I just slid.”
“Warn’t you scared none?”
David longed to say, “No.” Instead, he hung his head, “Yes, I was,” he said.
“So sh’d I have ben,” said Bill, picking up a wisp of hay to chew it.
“Would you?” cried Davie eagerly, and lifting his head suddenly, while his blue eyes shone.
“Sure,” declared Bill, chewing his wisp. “I don’t like no sech sudden removals. ’Tain’t my style.”
“Oh, I’m so very glad that you’d have been scared,” said Davie, clasping his hands.
“Well, you better set, or you’ll go again,” said Bill, as the big wagon toiled over a lump, and then swayed on to level ground once more.
“I’m not going again!” said David, all in a glow to think that the big man would have been scared, just the same as a little boy. And he settled himself comfortably in a hollow in the middle of the hay load.