"Why, I'm going to put another wheel on this long end pin, and set another one above it, and put a strap over both of them."
"Oh, that's it. Going to make a pulley and band. All right. It'll run. There's plenty of water-power. But what then? Going to build a mill?"
"Guess not. All I care for is, I've set the brook to work."
"Why don't you make it do something, then, now you've found out how?"
"Don't know of anything small enough for a brook like that."
"I'll tell you, then. There's your mother's big churn, that goes with a crank. You whittle out a wheel twice as large as that, and set it a little stronger, and raise your dam a few inches, and you can run that churn."
"Hurrah! I'll do it!"
There was a good deal of busy whittling before Mart finished that second job, but before two weeks were over there was butter on Mrs. Benson's dinner table which had actually been churned by the brook at the bottom of the garden.