“When do we start on the warehouse framing?” Martha asked.

“Monday morning at seven,” Nathaniel said.

Daisy set her crayon down and looked up from her plate with bright, earnest eyes.

“Will there be big yellow cranes at the new building site, Mr.

Whitmore?” Daisy asked.

“Two of them,” Nathaniel said.

“A forty-ton rig and a tower crane by the rail spur.”

Daisy kicked her heels softly against the booth legs and smiled into her cocoa cup.