And David stopped a little way from the men, and looked about.
The grading men must have got their work all finished, for the ground all about didn't look at all as it had when the foreman and David had left it.
There weren't any signs of the rubbish, and the dirt was up higher on the foundation in a nice straight line, and it sloped down to the field all around, and it had been made all smooth.
David wondered about the great hole that was under the front steps, and he went around there and looked, and the hole wasn't there any more, but the ground came up to the steps, and a man was raking gravel smooth, to make a front walk like the one that went into David's house.
David didn't say anything, and the man didn't say anything either, but kept on raking.
So David went back to the place where the men were, with the shovels.
Those men were digging a round hole in the ground, about big enough for David to sit in and stretch his legs out straight.
And when they had the hole dug, another man came, carrying a little tree.
There were a whole pile of little trees out near the road, and they all had their roots tied up in bagging, or a kind of coarse cloth.
The tree which the man was carrying was a little Christmas tree. He had taken the cloth off of the roots, and he was cutting off, with his knife, some of the ends of roots.