A DAY’S HARD WORK 
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east to west, the exposure Miss Wiseman had so 
strongly advised, and it was in two sections, each 
being placed at right angles to the square of the 
clothes-posts, so that these sections appeared to 
form the borders of a little path. 
When the trellis was well along, I told Joseph 
that it looked strong and new, but not exactly 
pretty. 
“It is not yet finished,” he replied, “we are going 
to paint the posts green.” 
While helping Timothy build this trellis, Joseph 
learned the knack of swinging a hammer. When 
he first began to drive nails into the window-boxes, 
they entered the wood much as they pleased, and 
twice he bruised his fingers. His birthday was 
now not far off, and I thought that I would give 
him a box of carpenter’s tools instead of the base- 
ball bat I had had in mind. 
Just as the last nail was being driven into the 
trellis, and Joseph and the old man stood viewing 
their work, a wheelbarrow full of shrubs came over 
from Miss Wiseman’s. The plants were not much 
to look at, being then entirely without leaves, and 
we could not even imagine what blossoms would 
do for them. To us, one bare twig had an appear- 
ance very like another. Still they were tagged as 
Mr. Bradley had promised, but with names that 
neither we nor Timothy had ever heard before. 
Timothy looked at them most carefully. 
“This one has reddish twigs,” he said, “see how 
