"Your man—about—the—house," finished Chester.
"Which we certainly need," agreed Lucy. "Two people, Strong by name, but mighty weak by nature, as my old nurse used to say, require some such a man. I'm glad father picked you."
"He chose us, rather, Lucy," said the father.
"Well, either way."
"Both," affirmed Chester, at which they all laughed again.
A carriage with liveried coachman and footman, and containing two ladies drove by. The little boy had to leave his gravel castle while the wheels of the carriage crushed it to the level. The boy looked at the ruins a moment, then at the departing vehicle. Then he started his building anew safely away from wheel tracks.
"A young philosopher," remarked the minister, observing the occurrence.
"Papa," said Lucy, after a pause of consideration, "you have made me so happy to-day. You can make my joy complete by granting me one other thing."
"What's that?" asked he unthinkingly.