PAINTING
He didn't say any more then, but he watched and so did David while the painters dipped their brushes and patted them against the sides of their paint-pots and brushed them quickly back and forth over the new clapboards.
"Come with me, Davie," the foreman said at last, "and let's see if we can't scare up something else that's interesting."
And so David went with the foreman, and they went around by the cellar door.
And there they saw a great pile of shutters or blinds which were to go on the outside of all the windows of the house.
These blinds were leaning, one against another, and they had already been painted a kind of bluish gray, and each one had whole rows of little slats that you could turn back and forth.
And beyond the pile of bluish gray blinds was a smaller pile of dark green blinds, and the dark green blinds glistened with fresh paint, and they were leaning, one against another.
And between the pile of bluish gray blinds and the pile of dark green blinds were two painters, painting for dear life, and they were painting the bluish gray blinds dark green.
David watched them for a few minutes. It seemed to be a good deal of trouble to get the slats well painted.
"These," said the foreman, putting his hand on the bluish gray blinds, "are just as they come from the mill—the factory where they are made. This first coat of paint is put on there. Then our painters paint them whatever color is wanted."