So the painter dipped it again, and David took it, and painted some more.
And each time he did better than he had done the last time, and he hitched along on the staging, and that clapboard was all painted before he knew it.
And David sighed and started to get up on his feet.
But the other painter called to him.
"Hey, David!" he called. "Aren't you going to do any painting for me? That isn't fair. You come over and do a board for me."
David smiled with pleasure. "Yes, I will," he said.
So he crawled on his hands and knees along the staging, and the foreman walked along on the ground beside him.
And he painted a clapboard for that other painter, but a great drop of the paint got on the leg of his overalls.
"Oh," he said, "I got some paint on my overalls."
"Gracious!" said the painter. "That's nothing. Look at my overalls."