“Carhurst,” as Wayne dubbed the new home, was slowly but steadily
rehabilitated. Now that there was money for the purpose the boys set
out to turn the abandoned horse car into a real place of residence.
Every day witnessed some improvement. The missing stovepipe was early
replaced with two sections purchased at a junk dealer’s emporium and
with a five-cent can of blacking June made stove and pipe shine like
a new beaver hat. Red builder’s paper superseded the boards across
the window frames, giving the car quite a cheerful appearance from
without even if it added little to the lighting within. Sooner or
later they meant to reglaze two windows on each side, and to that end
June brought back a fine big lump of putty one afternoon which he had
wheedled out of a painter at work in the hotel. After that, as Wayne
complacently remarked, all they needed were points, a putty knife, and
some glass! They put shelves up for their groceries, cooking utensils,
and tableware, all largely augmented with returning prosperity, set a
box on the more shaded platform to serve as an ice-chest, invested in
four blankets and, in short, surrounded themselves with all sorts of
luxuries!
June solved the fuel problem very simply. Wood soon became scarce and
they were forced to go far afield to find enough to cook meals with,
while having a fire for the mere purpose of keeping warm on some
of those raw nights of early spring was an extravagance not to be
considered. Not, that is to say, until June had his brilliant idea.
He disappeared one afternoon with the basket that they used to bring
provisions home in and returned half an hour later bearing it on his
head and filled to the brim with coal. The railroad tracks were black
with it, he reported, and all they had to do was gather it up. Wayne
found that a slight exaggeration, but it wasn’t at all a difficult
matter to fill a basket without going out of sight of home. After that,
when the weather was cold or rainy, they kept a fire going all day and
night in the tiny stove, which, in spite of some infirmities, served
them faithfully and cheerfully and consumed little fuel.
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