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, because his mother had taken him with her down to the Square to do an errand, and when he came back he had to change his clothes and put on his overalls. His mother wouldn't let him wear his overalls down to the Square. And when he had his overalls on, he hurried and got his cart and his shovel and his hoe, and he called his cat, and she came running, with her bushy tail sticking straight up in the air. And he hurried to the new house, dragging his cart; and his shovel and his hoe rattled in the bottom of it. The mortar man saw him. "Hello," he said. "Hello," said the little boy. "Did you wonder where I was?" "I did that," said the mortar man. "Well, I had to go on an errand with my mother," the little boy said, "but I hurried and came as soon as I could, and here I am. Do you want some sand?" [Illustration: THE MORTAR MAN] But the mortar man didn't want any more sand then. He filled his hod with mortar, and he stooped down and took the hod of mortar on his shoulder, and he went trotting to the ladder, and he went down the ladder.