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“
Oh
,
you
goat
!
You
beastly
fool
PIP
.
Good
LORD
,
what
an
ass
you
’
ve
made
of
yourself
now
!
”
Suddenly
he
resolved
to
put
Hilma
Tree
out
of
his
thoughts
.
The
matter
was
interfering
with
his
work
.
This
kind
of
thing
was
sure
not
earning
any
money
.
He
shook
himself
as
though
freeing
his
shoulders
of
an
irksome
burden
,
and
turned
his
entire
attention
to
the
work
nearest
at
hand
.
The
prolonged
rattle
of
the
shinglers
’
hammers
upon
the
roof
of
the
big
barn
attracted
him
,
and
,
crossing
over
between
the
ranch
house
and
the
artesian
well
,
he
stood
for
some
time
absorbed
in
the
contemplation
of
the
vast
building
,
amused
and
interested
with
the
confusion
of
sounds
—
the
clatter
of
hammers
,
the
cadenced
scrape
of
saws
,
and
the
rhythmic
shuffle
of
planes
—
that
issued
from
the
gang
of
carpenters
who
were
at
that
moment
putting
the
finishing
touches
upon
the
roof
and
rows
of
stalls
.
A
boy
and
two
men
were
busy
hanging
the
great
sliding
door
at
the
south
end
,
while
the
painters
—
come
down
from
Bonneville
early
that
morning
—
were
engaged
in
adjusting
the
spray
and
force
engine
,
by
means
of
which
Annixter
had
insisted
upon
painting
the
vast
surfaces
of
the
barn
,
condemning
the
use
of
brushes
and
pots
for
such
work
as
old
-
fashioned
and
out
-
of
-
date
.
He
called
to
one
of
the
foremen
,
to
ask
when
the
barn
would
be
entirely
finished
,
and
was
told
that
at
the
end
of
the
week
the
hay
and
stock
could
be
installed
.
“
And
a
precious
long
time
you
’
ve
been
at
it
,
too
,
”
Annixter
declared
.
“
Well
,
you
know
the
rain
—
—
”
“
Oh
,
rot
the
rain
!
I
work
in
the
rain
.
You
and
your
unions
make
me
sick
.
”
“
But
,
Mr
.
Annixter
,
we
couldn
’
t
have
begun
painting
in
the
rain
.
The
job
would
have
been
spoiled
.
”
“
Hoh
,
yes
,
spoiled
.
That
’
s
all
very
well
.
Maybe
it
would
,
and
then
,
again
,
maybe
it
wouldn
’
t
.
”
But
when
the
foreman
had
left
him
,
Annixter
could
not
forbear
a
growl
of
satisfaction
.
It
could
not
be
denied
that
the
barn
was
superb
,
monumental
even
.
