Chapter Thirty-Three
“I want it three and one half feet high. Don’t you know how to measure?”
“No, Miss Loretta,” an abashed Jake replies.
The young owner shakes her head and smiles. The vacuum of knowledge which mentally enslaves the legally emancipated males of the plantation also mandates close supervision of the simplest tasks.
Loretta finds a sturdy board, measures forty-two inches, then marks the spot.
“Just like the corral fence. A nice smooth bench, this high. On the supporting posts I’ll want very secure rings, right here, about a foot off the floor.”
Loretta holds the post upright and etches again to note the location of where formidable iron rings, similar to those secured to the barn floor, will be bolted into the stout four by four post.
“And remember, I want it placed
