But in the morning he had forgotten all about it, and raised his
shade, to let in the light, without even glancing toward the ground.
Not until he had finished dressing did he look forth from his window,
and then his glance was casual. The next instant his attitude became
electric, and he gave utterance to a bellow of dismay. He ran from
his room, plunged down the stairs, out of the front door, and, upon a
nearer view of the destroyed lawn, began to release profanity upon the
breezeless summer air, which remained unaffected. Between his
mother's house and his grandfather's, excavations for the cellars of
five new houses were in process, each within a few feet of its
neighbour. Foundations of brick were being laid; everywhere were
piles of brick and stacked lumber, and sand heaps and mortar' beds.
It was Sunday, and so the workmen implicated in these defacings were
denied what unquestionably; they would have considered a treat; but as
the fanatic orator continued the monologue, a gentleman in flannels
emerged upward from one of the excavations, and regarded him
contemplatively.
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