for the future a woe that you can put into the past real quickly."
I thought that he was going to make us do it in spite of ourselves; but Bess knew that he was only fooling, and so she grabbed his arm; "Stop teasing, Uncle Rob," she said, "and tell us what you most want to see."
"Some mound-builders' works," said Uncle Rob.
"All right," said I. "Look at 'em."
"Where?" said Uncle Rob, craning his neck and looking up and down the street and then up into the tree-tops.
"Right beside you," I said.
And then Uncle Rob drew in his neck and looked at the corner lot, where we were standing. "H'm!" he said. "Isn't that just the way! When we're looking for something wonderful, we always stretch our necks and look a long way off, when, if we'd shorten the focus of our eyes and look close beside us, we'd find something wonderful all the time."
And then he went up the steep, grassy bank, from the sidewalk, onto the raised square of earth with the slanting approaches at each side, and then
