David thought that that would be nice, and he turned his cart around and took out the backboard, and he told Dick that he might sit in it if he wanted to, or he could sit in the little armchair.
Dick chose the cart to sit in, and David sat in the armchair, and they watched the men, who were beginning to carry in the things.
They had taken some more things out of one of the vans, and they had come to the heavy things.
One man was in the van, unpacking the things and pushing them to the back, where the other men could reach them.
And a man would take as much as he could carry under his arms, and march into the house with it; and another man would come and get his load, and he would march in with it.
There was a procession of men going in with their loads and coming out without any, and Dick's father stood just inside the front door and told each man where to leave his load, and the man went to that room and left it, and came out again.
But when they had all the parts of a bed in the room where the bed was to be, they put the bed together, so that it was all ready to be made up.
Two men carried in the dining-table, and the library table, and the ice-chest, and each bureau, and each dressing-table, and each bookcase, and the tall clock, and each sofa, and each of the washstands, and everything that was either too big or too heavy for one man.
They had come to a lot of boxes, all just alike, each box just about a load for one man. The men were taking them up as fast as they could, and going in, and piling them up in the hall, and they joked about them, they were so heavy.
David was curious about the boxes, and he asked Dick what was in them; and Dick said that books were in them, and his mother and his father packed them, and it took them a long time, for they had to wrap every book in newspaper and stuff newspapers in all the cracks. Then his father had screwed the tops on with a screwer.