Then we stood over the spot and meditated. A lilac bush sheltered us from inquisitive persons in the house.
Finally Ed Mason spoke.
"I wonder how they're gettin' on," he said.
"I wonder!" said I.
Then there was another pause. I poked my foot among the lilies where we had concealed the shingles we had used as trowels. They were waiting for Tuesday morning.
Ed spoke again.
"Let's dig 'em up and look at 'em!"
Already I was fishing for the shingles. In half a minute we had brought the grape leaf once more to the light of day. We unfastened it and gazed upon its contents.
It was a quarter past ten. Fifteen minutes had passed since we buried the mixture.