The carpenter came by. The carpenter was always coming by, except when you wanted him, Jim realized. The carpenter was a mighty, mighty busy fellow.
The carpenter stopped short when he saw Jim demolishing the door. In fact he came to a grinding halt.
"Jim, why didn't you tell me!"
"Carpenter, how was I to know where you were? Who can ever find you?"
"I know Jim. Jim, you work so hard!"
"Yes!" he said, pounding.
"Take this hatchet, Jim. A hatchet is what you demolish doors with! Good-by." The carpenter departed.
James Ypsilanti swung on the door with his newly acquired hatchet. Soon he was ready for his fire. He struck a match, and in no time had the pile of varnished kindling blazing smokily in the hall. He held his hands over the blaze.
"Ah, good, good. Good." He closed his eyes. "What could be better than this?" Then he opened them again regretfully. "It's dinner time. I'd better fix it while I have my fire going." He hurried to the kitchen and chose a can of eggs-bacon-and-pancakes from the massive stores.