He drove a staple, screwed on a latch, and gave Freckles a small padlock--so that he might fasten in his treasures safely.

He made a shelf at the top for his books, and last of all covered the case with oil-cloth.
It was the first time in Freckles' life that anyone ever had done that much for his pleasure, and it warmed his heart with pure joy.

If the interior of the box already had been covered with the rarest treasures of the Limberlost he could have been no happier.
When the big teamster stood back to look at his work he laughingly quoted, "'Neat, but no' gaudy,' as McLean says.

All we're, needing now is a coat of paint to make a cupboard that would turn Sarah green with envy.

Ye'll find that safe an' dry, lad, an' that's all that's needed." "Mr.Duncan," said Freckles, "I don't know why you are being so mighty good to me; but if you have any jobs at the cabin that I could do for you or Mrs.Duncan, hours off the line, it would make me mighty happy." Duncan laughed.