“We were re-roofing the barn . . . summer of ’52. There were scaffolds and ladders about, of course, and Blake––the little pill––decided he could climb to the top of the barn just like the men and the big boys.
“I was bringing coffee-time to the crew and suddenly there was no Blake to be found. Then we all looked up, and there was that little tow-head on the very top rung of the highest ladder and about to crawl out on what sheet metal was left up there!
“I’m surprised I didn’t swoon dead away, I was so frightened. There he was, shining in the sun––he looked like an angel. And he could have become one had he tumbled, the little devil, him. . . ."
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