“Who are you talking to?” asked the judge. It was he who had arrived with his arm in a sling, and Alf had followed him.
“I don’t know,” said I. “Wait a while and we will all find out.”
They seemed in doubt as to how to take this information.
“What’s up?” asked Alf, pointing to the kitchen floor.
“You can see,” I answered.
“I see the door open to the round cellar, but what for?”
“You know as much about it as I do! Why would any one build a round cellar?”
“So the sand can’t wedge off the corners. You know,” Alf reminded me, “I told you they didn’t build cellars on the cape. Well, they don’t, not regular ones, but that’s the kind they do build. Round, like a well under the kitchen, to keep food cool.”
“Sure,” said the judge, seeing the doubt in my eyes. “All the good houses have them. I’ve got one myself.”
“I never heard of such a thing,” said I. “But then,” I added, “there are so many things I never heard of.”