HE LICKED UP THE DROPS OF WATER
And the moving-man turned the handle of the faucet the other way, and the water stopped running.
Then the little dog licked the man's hand, and he trotted back to the van, and he went under and curled up and slumped down, and he put his head on his paws, and he drew two or three long breaths, and he went to sleep.
There were three men with each three-horse van and two men with the two-horse van; and they had all got down and taken off their coats, and they had unlocked the great tall doors at the back of each van, and they had opened the doors, and had taken some of the things out.
The things were covered with a great many old soft cloths: old coarse burlaps, and old quilts and comforters. These soft cloths belonged to the moving-men, and they kept them to use in that way, so that the things which they moved shouldn't get scratched or broken.
When they took anything out of a van, they took off the cloths and threw them in a pile on the sidewalk, and they put the things in a sort of a clump, along the front walk of the new house.
David had come up close, dragging his cart, but his cat had run off into the field.
Then the moving-men noticed David standing there.
"Hello," said one of the men. He seemed to be a kind of a foreman. "Do you live around here?"
David pointed to his house.