“This is what we call the shop,” he said, opening the door into a small room adjoining the pantry.
“Why, what a snug little place! and what a lot of tools you have got!” said Whistler.
“Father used to be a carpenter before he went to farming,” added Clinton, “and he has always kept a set of tools. They are handy in such a place as this, where carpenters are not to be had.”
“I suppose you work here some, don’t you? If I had such a place, I should spend half my time in it,” said Whistler.
“Yes,” replied Clinton; “I use the tools a little. There’s a windmill I’m making now; but I don’t know when it will be finished. I haven’t much time to work in the shop in summer.”
“Clinty made this cart for me,” said Annie, who had followed the boys; and she pointed to a neat little wagon.
“Did he? Why, he is a real nice workman,” said Whistler.
“And he made the vane on the barn, and the bird-house, too,” added Annie.
“Can’t you think of something else that I made, Sissy?” said Clinton, laughing at the pride Annie evidently took in his ingenuity.
“Yes,” she promptly replied; “he made the arbor over the front door.”