He fastened the log chain to the rear wheels to brake the wagon on the long grade down the canyon, loaded the wagon with posts, bound them fast with a lighter chain he had brought for the purpose, ate his own lunch and decided that, since he had made fair time and would arrive home too early to do the chores and too late to start any other job, he would cruise farther up the mountain side and see what was the prospect of getting out logs enough for an addition to the cabin.
Now that Raine was going to live with him, two rooms were not enough.
Brit wanted to make her as happy as he could, in his limited fashion.

He had for some days been planning a "settin' room and bedroom" for her.
She would be having beaux after awhile when she got acquainted, he supposed.

He could not deny her the privilege; she was young and she was, in Brit's opinion, the best looking girl he had ever seen, not even excepting Minnie, her mother.

But he hoped she wouldn't go off and get married the first thing she did,--and one good way to prevent that, he reasoned, was to make her comfortable with him.

He had noticed how pleased she was that their cabin was of logs.