“No, uncle, I couldn’t make it out. Then that’s what you want the windmill for, to put the telescope in, with the top to turn round any way?”
“To be sure; it will make a splendid observatory, will it not?”
“Glorious, uncle!” cried the boy, whose appearance underwent a complete change, and instead of looking heavy and dull, his eyes sparkled with animation as he exclaimed eagerly, “How big will the telescope be?”
“A little wider than the speculum—about eighteen inches across.”
“And how long?”
“Fifteen feet, boy.”
“Yes,” cried Tom, excitedly. “And when are you going to begin, uncle?”
“Now, my boy. At once.”