led sand into the cart until the man said that was enough.

Then he took hold of the handle and pulled. It was heavier than he
thought it would be, but he pulled it over to the box of mortar. It
was only a few steps.

Then the man told him to shovel it in, a little at a time.

And the little boy shoveled it in slowly, and he felt very proud, for
he was helping to make real mortar.

And he kept on shoveling until the man said that was enough.

The man hoed the mortar for a few minutes, and then he took up a
queer-looking thing that he said was his hod.

It was made of two boards that were put together like a V with the
point down; and another board was nailed across one end, but the other
end was left open.

It was a kind of a trough; and a stick like a broom-handle stuck down
from the middle of it.

And the man filled this hod with mortar, and he turned around and put
the hod across one shoulder with the bottom of the trough resting on
his shoulder.

And he took hold of the stick, and he walked off, down a ladder into
the cellar.

And he dumped the mortar out of the hod on to a board near the men who
were building the wall. Then he came up again.

The little boy watched him until he had come up out of the cellar. And
he asked the man whether he would want any more sand, but the man said
that he wouldn't for some time.

So the little boy went and played in the sand-pile for a long time,
and, while he was playing, his cat came and rubbed against him. Then
the little boy got up.

"I've got to go now," he said to the mortar man. "Good-bye."

"Good-bye," said the man. "Come again."

"Yes," said the little boy, "I will."

And he put his shovel and his hoe into his cart, and he took hold of
the handle of the cart, and he walked off, with his shovel and his hoe
rattling behind him.

And his cat ran on ahead, with her bushy tail sticking straight up in
the air.

And that's all of this story.

III

THE DINNER-TIME AND JONAH STORY

Once upon a time there was a little boy and he was almost five years
old. And there weren't any other children near for him to play with,
so he used to play happily all by himself.

He had his cat and his cart and his shovel and hoe, and he always wore
his overalls when he was playing.

They were building a house in the field next to that little boy's
house, and he used to go there almost every day to watch the men and
to help.

One day it was late when he went,