It's Saturday.
By dinner time the house was in order. The beds were neatly made on the floor. The wagon-seat and two ends of logs were brought in for chairs. Pa’s gun lay on its pegs above the doorway. Boxes and bundles were neat against the walls. It was a pleasant house. A soft light came through the canvas roof, wind and sunshine came through the window holes, and every crack in the four walls glowed a little because the sun was overhead. Only the camp fire stayed where it had been. Pa said he would build a fireplace in the house as soon as he could. He would hew our slabs to make a solid roof, too, before winter came. He would lay a puncheon floor, and make beds and tables and chairs. But all that work must wait until he had helped Mr. Edwards and had built a stable for Pet and Patty. Ma said that she wanted a clothes-line when that was all done. Pa laughed and said that he wanted a well. After dinner he hitched Pet and Patty to the wagon and he hauled a tubful of water from the creek so that Ma could do the washing. He told her that she could wash clothes in the creek as the Indian women did. Ma said that if they had wanted to live like Indians they could make a hole in the roof to let the smoke out and they would have the fire on the floor inside the house like Indians did. That afternoon she washed the clothes in the tub and spread them on the grass to dry. After supper they sat for a while by the camp fire. That night they would sleep in the house; they would never sleep beside a camp fire again.
