Aftersupperthatnighthewentouttothebarn，andMrs。Ripleyheardhimsawingandhammering。Thenthenoiseceased，andhecameinandsatdowninhisusualplace。
“Whaty’be’nmakin’？“sheinquired。Tewksburyhadgonetobed。
Shesatdarningastocking。
“IjestthoughtI’dgitthestagin’readyf’rpaintin’，“hesaidevasively。
“Wal!I’llbegladwhenit’scoveredup。“Whenshegotreadyforbed，hewasstillseatedinhischair，andaftershehaddozedofftwoorthreetimesshebegantowonderwhyhedidn’tcomeWhentheclockstruckten，andsherealizedthathehadnotstirred，shebegantogetimpatient。“Come，arey’goin’tositthereallnight？“