And she watched him trudging away, dragging his cart, with his shovel and his hoe rattling in the bottom of it.
And his cat ran on ahead, with her bushy tail sticking straight up in the air.
The little boy saw a man hoeing slowly at something in a big shallow wooden box.
And the something that he was hoeing at was all white and it slopped here and there; and the hoe was all white, and the outside of the box was all covered with slops of the same white stuff, and the man's shoes were white, too, and the bottoms of his overalls.
And there was a pile of new sand that looked all moist and just right to play in.
There was another man standing at the edge of the cellar and looking down into it.
The cellar itself was so deep now that the little boy could just see the tops of the hats of the men who were working in it.
The man who had been looking down into the cellar heard the shovel and the hoe rattling in the cart and looked up.
"Hello!" he called.
"Hello," said the little boy. "What are you doing?"