And the staging, with the two men on it, and their pots of paint, went slowly higher and higher, until it was as high as it could go, and the men could reach the highest board that they had to paint.
Then they fastened the ropes carefully, and they stirred up the paint, and they took up the brushes and they dipped the brushes in the paint, and they knocked them gently against the side of the paint-pot, _plop_, _plop_, _plop_, and they began to move them quickly over the boards, _swish_, _swish_, _swish_, first one side of the brush, and then back again on the other side.
And the first thing you knew they had all those boards painted, and they had to lower the staging so that they could reach the boards lower down.
"h.e.l.lo!" called a little clear voice, and the painters looked down.
The foreman was standing there, watching the painters; and he looked, and there was David, all dressed in his go-to-town clothes.
And the foreman looked again, and there was David"s mother, standing by her gate and waiting for David.
And she had on her go-to-town clothes, too.
"h.e.l.lo, Davie," the foreman called. "You"re all dressed up, aren"t you? You"d better go and get into your overalls, quick, and then come back."
David"s mother had heard what the foreman said, and she nodded and smiled to thank him, because she would have to call very loud, indeed, to make him hear, and she didn"t like to.
And David nodded, and he ran back to his mother.
"Mother," he said, "the foreman said to get into my overalls. What did he mean, mother? Does that mean to put them on?"
"Yes, dear," his mother said, smiling.
So David paid no attention to his cat, who was coming to meet him and to rub against him, but he hurried to change his clothes and to put on his overalls.
And when he had his clothes changed and his overalls on, he ran out, and there was his cat waiting for him.
And he took up the handle of his cart, and he walked off as fast as he could, dragging his cart, and his shovel and his hoe rattled in the bottom of it; and his cat ran on ahead, with her bushy tail sticking up in the air.
I don"t know why David took his cart that time, for there wasn"t any mortar man, and there wasn"t any sand-pile. He almost always took his cart.
When David got to the house, there was the foreman standing in almost the same place, but the painters had lowered the staging some more.
And David didn"t say anything, but he dropped the handle of his cart, and he went to the foreman and reached up for the foreman"s hand.
And the foreman"s big hand closed over David"s little one, and the foreman smiled, but he didn"t say anything, either. He waited for David to speak.
David watched the painters for some time.
"What color are they painting it?" he asked at last. "It looks like white on the brushes, but sort of watery when they put it on, just as my paints look when I put a great deal of water with them. Have they got a great deal of water with their paint?"
"Not water, Davie," the foreman answered, "but oil. This is the first coat of paint, you see, put right on the bare wood, and the wood soaks the oil out of the paint at a great rate. They won"t put so much oil in the second and third coats."
"Oh," said David, "will they paint it three times?"
"Three times for new wood," the foreman said.
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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."
David nodded, but he didn"t say anything, for he didn"t understand why the carpenters didn"t make the blinds.
Pretty soon he pulled at the foreman"s hand.
"I want to go back," he said.
So they went back to the painters who were painting the side of the house.
They had lowered the staging so low that the foreman could reach it.
"I"ll tell you what, Davie," the foreman said. "Do you suppose you could paint a clapboard?"
"Oh," cried David, "will they let me?"
"I guess so," the foreman answered. "You ask them."
David looked up at the painters, and the painters looked down at David, and they were smiling.
David started to speak, but he couldn"t ask what he wanted to. And the painters saw what was the matter, and one of them spoke.
"Want to paint a board?" he asked. "Well, come on up here."
So the foreman put his hands under David"s arms, and he lifted David right up, over the staging, and set him down with his feet hanging over. And the painter dipped his brush into the paint, and patted it gently against the side of the paint-pot, _plop_, _plop_, _plop_, and he handed the brush to David.
"Oh," David said, "it"s heavy!"
"So it is," the painter said. "The paint is mostly lead, that"s why.
Now, you move the brush away from you as if you were sweeping the floor or dusting the board. Then, when it has gone as far as you can reach, you bring it back on the other side."
David tried, but he didn"t do it very well and the paint squeezed out of the brush and ran down and dripped from the edge of the clapboard.