The boys had built a platform across the back of the house, and it was
here that they did their carpentry, an awning sheltering them from the
sun or rain. A cupboard at one end held their tools, and their partly
finished articles were neatly stacked in a corner. As they got out
their tools now James made a confession.
"To tell you the honest, unvarnished truth, I'm tired of making chairs.
It seems as if we'd never have enough."
"It takes an awful lot to furnish a house," commented Roger wisely,
"and you know we had very few given us so if we want enough we have to
make them."
"We've got all the chairs you've done upholstered all they're going to
be," said Ethel Brown. "Why can't Ethel Blue and I each make a high
chair?"
"No reason at all," agreed Roger quickly. "You've watched James and me
and seen our really superior workmanship; imitate it, my child!"
The girls were already turning over the boys' supply of boxes to select
those suitable for the chairs for the children. They took four that
had held lemons or other fruit and were tall and narrow when stood on
end. The boards they were made of were very light but quite solid
enough to hold the weight of a small child.
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