“It doesn’t smell like coal smoke,” Mr. York objected. “Still—let me see, what was I talking about? Oh, about that college scheme, Sam. Ever think you’d like my profession?”
Sam considered. Then he shook his head. “No, sir, I’ve never thought about it,” he answered.
“No inclination toward architecture, eh?”
“I’ve never thought about it, Mr. York.”
“Ever build anything?”
“I built a hen-house once,” replied Sam, with a smile. “I like to do that sort of thing, but——”
“Where’d you get your plan?”
“Nowhere; I mean I just—just went ahead and put it together.”
“But you planned it in your head first, didn’t you?”
“I suppose I did,” Sam confessed. “You see, there was the framework.”