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. The foreman and David worked for a long time, getting loads of rubbish, and dragging them over to the fire. [Illustration: BURNING RUBBISH] Then the foreman would take up the cart, all filled with little odds and ends of sticks and with shavings and with twigs and the ends of laths, and he would turn the cart upside down over the fire, and empty all that stuff out. Then David would drag the cart back. The other man was working with a rake all this long time, raking over the places where the foreman and David had been, and he raked the pieces of plaster and the other stuff that wouldn't burn into little heaps. Suddenly they heard the rattle of the wagon, and they all looked up. And the wagon stopped, and the man who had been driving jumped off, and the horse just stood where he had stopped, and he breathed hard and looked after the man, and he pricked his ears forward. Then the foreman told the men to get all that stuff into the wagon, and he waved his hand toward the heaps of rubbish that had been raked up. So the man held out his hand toward the horse, and he whistled, and the horse came, and he followed the men to the farthest pile of rubbish. And the men took shovels and shoveled the stuff into the wagon in no time. Then they walked along to the next heap, and the horse came after. And they shoveled that stuff into the wagon, and they walked along to the next heap, and the horse came after. And so they did until they had shoveled in the last heap; and the horse walked into the road, dragging the wagon after him, and there he stopped.