"Well, then, all this set me to thinking whether I couldn't invent a lightning-rod that would be a sure thing. And here you have it," said Ned, as he unfolded his paper.
Jack looked at it.
| NED'S INVENTION. |
"I don't understand it," said he, "you'll have to explain."
"Of course you don't," said Ned. "I will explain."
Jack said he was all attention.
"What does fire do to ice?" said Ned, taking on the tone of a school-master.
"Melts it," said Jack.
"Right," said Ned. "And when ice is melted, it becomes what?"