Away he went and Rodney was still considering the matter when he was again spoken to.
“O Rodney! This is dreadful! Seems to me as if they were taking away everything.”
“Mother!” exclaimed Rodney. “We’ll have a door, there, instead of a window——” and he rapidly explained Pat’s offer.
“Tell him to go ahead!” said Mrs. Nelson. “No matter what it is, so long as it’s a door. But somebody’s neck’ll be broken, yet, tumbling down that wall, into our garden.”
She said that as she was getting in at the window, after Rodney had taken away a bundle she had carried.
“I’ll take it downstairs,” he said, as he followed her. “The parlor’s got to come up here, but we can leave the dining-room where it is, and the kitchen. Billy’s been walking around, all day, at the foot of the wall, trying to find a place to climb out, but there isn’t any.”
At that very moment, a bearded, contented looking face, appeared at the bay window.
“Ba-a-beh!” it remarked.
“Mother!” exclaimed Rodney. “How on earth did that fellow get out? Even a goat can’t climb up and down a wall.”
“I don’t care how he got out,” she replied, wearily. “I must have my supper.—O, dear! What are we to do! I feel clean discouraged.”