“She’s the forgetful kind, huh?”
“Why look at the books she reads,” said Tom. “Good Citizenship and Character Building and all things like that. I haven’t got brains enough to understand them—I admit it.”
“Arbor building is more in your line, huh?”
“There you go again.”
“I’m just saying that you made a good job of the little shrine in the forest. Looks pretty neat, huh?” They were sitting each on one of the two rustic seats, lolling for a few minutes before going home for the day. “We ought to fell another tree and saw the trunk in half and lay the two pieces side by side over that space right there. It’ll be muddy there in the spring and fall. What d’you say?”
“To-morrow,” said Tom.
“Any time,” said Whalen.
“And another thing,” said Tom.
“I seem to be in for it,” laughed Whalen.
“No, but you speak of this place as if I planned it and built it. It’s just as much your work as mine. That’s always the way you talk before the bunch. Didn’t you suggest the seats? Who said about having thatch on the top?”