CHAPTER XII WHO COMES?
"This table wobbles!" said Charmian.
"It does," said I, "but then I notice that the block is misplaced again."
"Then why use a block?"
"A book is so clumsy—" I began.
"Or a book? Why not cut down the long legs to match the short one?"
"That is really an excellent idea."
"Then why didn't you before?"
"Because, to be frank with you, it never occurred to me."
"I suppose you are better as a blacksmith than a carpenter, aren't you, Peter?" And, seeing I could find no answer worthy of retort, she laughed, and, sitting down, watched me while I took my saw, forthwith, and shortened the three long legs as she had suggested. Having done which, to our common satisfaction, seeing the moon was rising, we went and sat down on the bench beside the cottage door.
"And—ar
