"Don't ask me!" he said wearily. "I've enough to trouble me right here at
home without answering any riddles for strangers."

"I suppose you'll get your house finished sometime," Buster ventured.

"I hope to," said the Carpenter, "though it certainly won't be to-morrow,
on account of all the interruptions I'm having to-day."

Now, that honest workman meant his remark to be a hint. But the idea
never occurred to Buster that the Carpenter had _him_ in mind, when he
mentioned interruptions. And Buster went right on talking.

"I'd suggest that you work nights as well as in the daytime," he said.

"I'll think about it," the Carpenter promised. "And now," he added, "now
I must go back to my carpentering--if you'll excuse me."

And before Buster could say another word the Carpenter slipped through
his doorway and vanished.

"I hope he'll do as I suggested," Buster Bumblebee said to himself, as he
moved aimlessly away from the big poplar where the Carpenter lived. "If I
shouldn't get my house until cold weather comes I don't see how I could
have a house-warming; and then all my friends would be disappointed."

The more he thought about the matter the more disturbed he became, until
at last (on the following day) he felt that he simply _must_ go back and
speak to the Carpenter again.