I tell you what I wish you would do.

Paint out those names, and let me make a sign.

Then I promise you I will not be worried." The next day, therefore, I took down the sign and painted out my inscriptions.

It was a good deal of trouble, for my letters were fresh, but it was a rainy day, and I had plenty of time, and succeeded tolerably well.

Then I gave Euphemia the black-paint pot and the freedom of the sign.
I went down to the creek to try a little fishing in wet weather, and when I returned the new sign was done.