She saw that he was not in the least dashed by the suggestion. In fact he approved of it.
“I shall want that saw.”
“Yes—and blankets. It must be so horribly cold up there, and you were quite snug before I came. Oh, mon ami, I have an idea.”
He looked up at her questioningly.
“Well——?”
“It will take many days to put a roof on the house, will it not?”
“A fortnight—perhaps more.”
“And then there are the doors and windows.”
“Yes.”
“The weather will change. Rain and wind—mon Dieu! And you, under those pieces of tin! Be quite honest with me, Paul; would it not be more sensible for me to stay at Ste. Claire and leave you the cellar—until the roof is on?”