Nothing loth, Thomas led the stranger over the whole premises (small, as we should think), indicating the peculiar points of the builder's excellence.
'Yes, yes,' said he, 'I observe,' and straightway marched up the attic stairs uninvited.
The models arrested his attention. 'Hah, sure! you are a millwright, are you? Are those improvements?'
Thomas Williams modestly 'thought they were.'
'Then you and this Edwards could build a substantial mill between you?'
'Without a doubt, whatever.'
'Is the mason at hand?'
''Deed, my apprentice do be gone for him.' The prescient young fellow had already scented business.
Sturdy and self-reliant as William might be, and older than his years, yet there could be no mistaking eighteen for thirty.
The miller started when he approached, his apron on, his hammer in his hand. He thought him extremely young to have obtained such repute.