He loved smooth boards, and the smell of fresh shavings.
Mama nodded. âWhen Master Jefferson comes this summer, Iâll speak to him,â she said. âFor now go help Uncle Peter. And donât you give me that look.â
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Little baby Eston learned to smile before Master Jeffersonâs summer visit. He smiled at Master JeffersonâMama snuck them all into Master Jeffersonâs room early one morning, so they could help her show Master Jefferson the babyâand Master Jefferson laughed. Beverly felt a bolt of jealousy. It was silly to be jealous of his baby brother, but he felt jealous all the same.
But then Master Jefferson turned to Beverly. âSo,â he said, âI hear itâs time we put you to work. Time you learned a trade, your mama says.â
Beverly stood tall. âYes, sir,â he said.
âShe tells me you have an aptitude for woodworking,â Master Jefferson said.
Beverly didnât know what aptitude meant, but it sounded good. âYes, sir,â he said.
Master Jefferson smiled. His smile looked so much like baby Estonâs that Beverly smiled back without even thinking.
âGood,â Master Jefferson said. âCarpentryâs a fine craft, a respectable occupation for any man. Weâll put you with John, shall we? Heâll be working on his own now, head carpenter. Dismoreâs going back to Ireland.â
Beverly felt a small thrill. His father wanted him to have a respectable occupation. His father cared. âIâll work hard,â he promised. He wanted to add, Iâll make you proud, but, before he could, Mama had taken his arm, and hustled them all away.
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At first being a carpenterâs apprentice felt exactly like being an errand boy. All he did was sweep wood shavings and fetch and carry for Uncle John. It was true that working with Uncle John had a steady pleasantness to it. Unlike Uncle Peter, Uncle John never lost his temper and snapped angry words. He whistled sometimes, especially when he was particularly pleased with his work, but even on days he didnât whistle he seemed content. Every morning, his eyes lit up a little bit when Beverly came into the shop, and Beverly started to treasure that look, that small glow of happiness. It was nice to know Uncle John liked having him there.
Still, he wanted to do useful work, cutting and sawing and fitting together. When he said so, Uncle John smiled. âSweeping up the shavings is about as useful as it gets,â he said. âAwful mess, those shavings make. They blow into all the carpets and bedrooms, Miss Martha like to has a fit.â
They were working on something called cornices, which were a kind of fancy wood trim around the top of the walls, doorways, and windows. Master Jefferson and Uncle John together had designed them.
âI donât know why Miss Martha cares,â Beverly said. âItâs not her business. Itâs not her houseââ
âIâm mighty glad she comes here,â Uncle John said with a soft smile.
Beverly looked at him in wonderment. Who on earth was glad to see Miss Martha? All her fussâthen Beverly understood. Uncle Johnâs wife, Aunt Priscilla, belonged to Miss Martha. She took care of all Miss Marthaâs children. When Miss Martha was gone from Monticello, Aunt Priscilla was gone too. âWell, sure,â Beverly said. âI didnât meanââ
âOh, I know you didnât,â Uncle John said. âBut itâs like they say, no great loss without some gain. I do the gaining, when Miss Marthaâs here.â
Miss Edith and Joe Fossettâs son, James, had grown to be a great big boy, as much of a handful as Maddy. Maddy and James spent the whole month of July digging in dirt piles and terrorizing chickens. Maddy sobbed when James went back to Washington. Harriet wasnât very happy, either. It had become her job to take care of Maddy whenever Mama was