When Andy came by, half an hour later, three bricks were in place. Uncle William nodded to him affably. “Where goin’, Andy?”
“How much you got done?” demanded Andy.
Uncle William looked at it thoughtfully. “Well, there’s quite a piece. Comin’ up?” he said hopefully.
“It don’t show any.”
“No, it don’t show much—yet. It’s kind of down below.—Think we’re goin’ to have a change?” The tone was full of hopeful interest.
Andy nodded. “Freeze inside of twenty-four hours.”
Uncle William scanned the horizon.
“When you calculatin’ to finish?” asked Andy.
“Well, I was thinkin’ of finishin’ to-night.”
Andy’s gaze sought the sun.