“Well, then I pay half on improvements.”
“But I thought you didn’t think that shelf was an improvement,” said Hansel slyly. Bert grinned.
“I guess I can stand it,” he answered.
Phin turned up next afternoon, according to appointment, and Hansel explained what was wanted, speaking of “my books” in a manner calculated to impress Phin with their number and importance, and allay any suspicion of charity, if such suspicions existed. Phin whipped out a pocket rule, set down some figures on the back of a dirty envelope, and promised to attend to it the next day.
“I suppose two coats of enamel will do?” he asked.
“I guess so,” answered Hansel doubtfully. “Or maybe you’d better put on three; I’d like it nice and shiny.”
“All right. Much obliged to you.”
“You’re welcome. Not going, are you?”
“Well, I guess you’re busy and I’ve got some work to do in the village. Suppose I do this job to-morrow night. Would the noise disturb you?”