David looked at the house, which stood high on its foundation, and he saw that there was a great hole between the ground and the front steps. He supposed that the graders would fill up that hole.
He nodded.
"I'll get my cart," he said, "and then I'll help you."
So he ran all the way home, and his cat saw him running and she ran too, faster than David ran, and she ran right up on to the piazza.
But David didn't go there. He took up the handle of his cart, and he ran back again.
And his cat saw that she had made a mistake, and she ran faster than ever; and she passed David, and she was running so fast that her bushy tail didn't stick up in the air at all, but straight out behind.
And David came where the foreman was standing, waiting for him, and the foreman showed him where he wanted the rubbish piled to be burned, far from the house.
And the foreman and David worked together, and they piled the rubbish into the cart; and when it was full, they dragged the cart over to the place, and they emptied the rubbish out of it.
Then the foreman took a match out of his pocket, and he scratched the match on his trousers-leg, and he lighted the pile of rubbish.
And a little thin column of smoke went up, and then it blazed, and then it crackled, and the foreman and David went back for another load.