“But I do not understand,” Humphrey kept saying. “How did you come to make it, and to bring it to us after seven years?”
“After seven years!”
The old Chinaman smiled patiently.
“You Americans are ever in such haste. How long, think you, it takes a true craftsman to carve a tree of jade?”
CHAPTER VIII
HOBGOBLINS
Betsey and David were frankly gossiping, but with the most intent and serious purpose in the world. The days were growing so long that they could do their studying out of doors in the evenings, and the place of their choosing, where they struggled with dates and angles and difficult lines of Virgil, was the stretch of grass around the pool. When the first stars began to show in the water, it was a signal for discussion of lessons to be put aside. Later they would walk back to the cottage, where Betsey would help Miss Miranda in the kitchen or would stroll with her in the garden while David would go into the workshop, take off his coat, arm himself with an oil can in one hand and a wrench in the other and would say to Mr. Reynolds, who usually did not even hear him come in—
“All ready, sir.”
To-night they were delaying a little, after having mastered the subject of extreme and mean ratio, and were piecing together such bits of knowledge as each one had concerning their friends in the white cottage, trying to come to some conclusion as to what was the matter and what could be done. Michael’s doleful face seemed to give warning every day that the “feeling in his bones” was in no way diminished, and Miss Miranda appeared more and more concerned and weary.
“Miss Miranda only meant to help us remember the Barbary pirates,” David was saying, “but she told us more than that. I begin to see how it is their blood, hers and her father’s, to dream of progress and new things. That new engine that Mr. Reynolds is trying to develop may turn out as great a thing as the clipper ship, and may bring as many changes. And she is doing as much for it as her father, managing that he is never disturbed or troubled or discouraged. Even if he should want to give it up, I think she wouldn’t let him.”