And they finished that row, and they began the next.
"I'm afraid, Davie," the foreman said, "that we'll have to go down now. Aren't you ready to go?"
David was getting a little bit tired, for the shingle man nailed his shingles before he could wink, and he felt hurried all the time.
So he said that he was ready, and the foreman took him under his arm and carried him down the ladder that way.
"Good-bye," he called to the shingle menas he was going down.
"Good-bye," the shingle men called to David. "We're much obliged."
"You're welcome," David called back to the shingle men.
Then he was set down on the ground, and he was rather glad to feel the ground again.
And his cat came running, with her bushy tail straight up in the air, and David started off.
"Where are you going so fast?" the foreman asked.