Gwynneth's interest was re-awakened.
"No," said Fuller, with the air of mystery in which his class delights; "no, miss, he's not one to be shut off longer than he can help. Hear that sound?"
"I do indeed."
Latterly she had been listening to nothing else.
"That's a saw!"
"Well?"
"Do you know what he's sawun?"
"No."
"Planks for benches!"
Gwynneth repeated the last word in a puzzled whisper; and so stood staring until the obvious explanation had become obvious to her. It remained inexplicable.