Then he took up the handle of his cart, and he walked off with it as fast as he could walk, and then he began to run, and his shovel and his hoe rattled so that you would have thought they would rattle out.
The pretend child didn't go with David, for he had forgotten all about her.
Sometimes the child was a girl and sometimes it was a boy; but it was a girl that morning. She was left in the gutter at the corner.
And David didn't call his cat, and the cat stayed at the corner for a while, and first she looked at the pretend little girl and then she looked after David, and she didn't know which to go with.
But at last she went running after David, and she caught up with him, and she ran on ahead, with her bushy tail sticking straight up in the air.
When David got to the house, he found the wagon there, and the horses were standing still, and the driver was throwing off the bundles of shingles and another man was piling them up.
They had got almost to the shiny, short boards.
And the foreman was there, and he was putting something down with a very short pencil in a little old book.
"Hello," said David. "What are—"
But the foreman interrupted him.