"Just the brave age for the woods. I wish I had my old van again, and could
take you on the road with me. You'd learn something of forest ways in no
time. Shall you wait for this?"
Wait for it? Rather. We established ourselves about him; The Seraph climbed
beside him on the bench; Angel took possession of his tools, handing them
to him as required; while I busied myself in plentifully oiling a strip of
leather. The birds chirped and pecked above our heads.