Nan covered her ears with her hands, but Bert and Freddie and Flossie
seemed to like the noise.
"Mercy me!" exclaimed Mrs. Bobbsey, "I hope that doesn't happen very
often."
"Well, I might as well tell you it does," said Mr. Hallock. "We keep
the sawmill going all day, but of course we shut down at night. It
won't keep you awake, anyhow."
"That's good," said Mrs. Bobbsey, with a laugh. "I don't believe I'd
want to own a lumber saw if it kept me awake with a noise like that."
Certainly this sawmill in the midst of the big lumber tract was very
different from the small one in Mr. Bobbsey's place at Lakeport. The
children often watched the men sawing up boards at the yard their
father owned, but the work there was nothing like this.
The saw cut through the hard knot and the screeching sound came to an
end, at least for a time.
"This is where you folks are going to stay," said Mr. Hallock, as he
stopped his team in front of a building, at the sight of which Bert
and Nan gave shouts of joy.
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