full of nice stones, well shaped, and not too large.

But there were not enough, for he was obliged to put five or six
abreast. Where are there any more to be found?

"In the brook," cried he! "It is rather far off, but I shall soon be
there!" And indeed in about a quarter of an hour, he had collected
all the proper materials.

Then should he have been seen at work! The trowel in his right hand,
a stone in his left; the sand which he placed between each stone, and
the blows which forced it down, these things succeeded each other
rapidly, and were often repeated; till at length, at the end of the
third hour, the slippery bit of foot-path was no longer in existence,
but in its stead was to be seen a pavement slightly raised, which
could never be wetted by the overflowing of the fountain.

"That will not do well," said Francis, when he had finished, and was
walking over the pavement; "it is uneven, Grandpapa will hurt his
feet upon it." And so saying, he ran to the woodhouse in the yard,
and returned, bending under the weight of the mallet, with which
Thomas used to strike the axe and wedges, when he split the large
pieces of oak.

"Here is _my_ rammer," said Francis, laughing, as he thought of
those used by the paviors; and holding the mallet perpendicularly, he
struck with the butt-end, first one stone, and then another, until at
length the pavement was completed! It was solid, even and clean, and
Francis, repeating in truth, "Where there's a will, with God's help,
there's a way," gave thanks in his heart to that good heavenly