David stopped for a moment.
"I've got to go home now."
"To tell your mother that you've been shingling?"
David nodded, and he smiled shyly.
"Well, good-bye, Davie," the foreman said.
"Good-bye," said David.
And he turned again and ran to his cart, and he took up the handle.
And he started walking as fast as he could, dragging his cart, with his shovel and his hoe rattling in the bottom, and his cat ran on ahead; and she ran right up the front steps and in at the door, and David came after.
But he left his cart in the path.
And that's all of the shingle story.