CHAPTER VII.
March, so to speak, blew itself out; April came and went; May was here.
And on the seventeenth of May the repairs on the "Cap'n Abner place" were completed.

The last carpenter had gone, leaving his shavings and chips behind him.

The last painter had spilled his last splash of paint on the sprouting grass beneath the spotless white window sills.

The last paper-hanger had departed.

Winnie S.was loading into what he called a "truck wagon" the excelsior and bagging in which the final consignment of new furniture had been wrapped during its journey from Boston.