boys usually express their delight at whatever completely suits their views. Nobody thought of questioning the right and justice of building a wharf with stones that belonged to another person. </p> <p> &ldquo;Hurrah! hurrah!&rdquo; shouted they. &ldquo;Let&rsquo;s set about it.&rdquo; </p> <p> It was agreed that they should all be on the spot that evening and commence their grand public enterprise by moonlight. Accordingly, at the appointed time, the whole gang of youthful laborers assembled, and eagerly began to remove the stones. They had not calculated how much toil would be requisite in this important part of their undertaking. The very first stone which they laid hold of proved so heavy that it almost seemed to be fastened to the ground. Nothing but Ben Franklin&rsquo;s cheerful and resolute spirit could have induced them to persevere. </p> <p> Ben, as might be expected, was the soul of the enterprise. By his mechanical genius, he contrived methods to lighten the labor of transporting the stones, so that one boy, under his directions, would perform as much as half a dozen if left to themselves. Whenever their spirits flagged he had some joke ready, which seemed to renew their strength, by setting them all into a roar of laughter. And when, after an hour or two of hard work, the stones were transported to the water-side, Bell Franklin was the engineer to superintend the construction of the wharf. </p> <p> The boys, like a colony of ants, performed a great deal of labor by their multitude, though the individual strength of each could have accomplished but little. Finally, just as the moon sank below the horizon, the great work was finished. </p> <p> &ldquo;Now, boys,&rdquo; cried Ben, &ldquo;let&rsquo;s give three cheers and go home to bed. To-morrow we may catch fish at our ease.&rdquo; </p> <p> &ldquo;Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!&rdquo; shouted his comrades. </p> <p> Then they all went home in such an ecstasy of delight that they could hardly get a wink of sleep. </p> <p> The story was not yet finished; but George&rsquo;s impatience caused him to interrupt it. </p> <p> &ldquo;How I wish that I could have helped to build that wharf!&rdquo; exclaimed he. &ldquo;It must have been glorious fun. Ben Franklin forever, say I.&rdquo; </p> <p> &ldquo;It was a very pretty piece of work,&rdquo; said Mr. Temple. &ldquo;But wait till you hear the end of the story.&rdquo; </p> <p> &ldquo;Father,&rdquo; inquired Edward, &ldquo;whereabouts in Boston was the mill-pond on which Ben built his wharf?&rdquo; </p> <p> &ldquo;I do not exactly know,&rdquo; answered Mr. Temple; &ldquo;but I suppose it to have