"I say, Mr. Spence, you should have been an inventor," he exclaimed, when the tale was finished.
He saw a wistful light come into the aged face.
"I mean," he corrected hastily, "you should have a workshop with all the trappings to help you carry out your schemes."
"Oh, Mr. Spence has a workshop," Robert Morton interrupted. "The nicest kind of a one."
"Would you like to see it?" inquired Willie.
"I should, very much."
"I'm afraid it's no place to take you, sir," objected Celestina, horrified at the suggestion. "It ain't been swept out since the deluge. Willie won't have it cleaned. He says he'd never be able to find anything again if it was."
Mr. Galbraith laughed.
"Workshops do not need cleaning, do they, Mr. Spence?" said he. "I remember the chaos my father's tool-house always was in; it never was in order and we all liked it the better because it wasn't."
Celestina sighed and turned away.