to life. That place is full o' carpenters startin' in to make a regular buildin' of it again. Guess you ought to have the credit of it, because you was the first man in ten years to see any possibilities in this neighbourhood."
Adams was pleased, and, going out to see for himself, heard a great hammering and sawing from within the building; while carpenters were just emerging gingerly upon the dangerous roof. He walked out over the dried mud of his deep lot, crossed the street, and spoke genially to a workman who was removing the broken glass of a window on the ground floor.
"Here! What's all this howdy-do over here?"
"Goin' to fix her all up, I guess," the workman said. "Big job it is, too."
"Sh' think it would be."
"Yes, sir; a pretty big job—a pretty big job. Got men at it on all four floors and on the roof. They're doin' it right."
"Who's doing it?"
"Lord! I d' know. Some o' these here big manufacturing corporations, I guess."
"What's it going to be?"
"They tell me," the workman answered—"they tell me she's goin' to be a butterine factory again.
