“There warn’t a trace o’ that there last night.”
“Not a trace?” said I. And I said it in amazement, for frankly I disbelieved him.
“Not a trace,” he repeated solemnly.
“All that built in one night?” I asked again.
“In one night,” said he.
“But doesn’t it astound you?” said I. I tried to lift his lethargy to the wonderment and admiration that was thrilling in my mind.
“It do seem strange,” he replied, “when yer come to think of it.”
“Well, then, come to think of it!” I exclaimed. “You can’t do better than find the world strange. Come to think of it and, finding it strange, you’ll come to believe in it!”
He stared at me with solemn eyes.