Then the earth did fly, and so soon as the required space was excavated the walls were lined with stone and a smooth basement floor was made of cement.

The night the new home stood, a skeleton of joists and rafters, gleaming whitely on the banks of Loon Lake, the Harvester went to the bridge crossing Singing Water and slowly came up the driveway to see how the work appeared.

He caught his breath as he advanced.

He had intended to stake out generous rooms, but this, compared with the cabin, seemed like a big hotel.
"I hope I haven't made it so large it will be a burden," he soliloquized.

"It's huge! But while I am at it I want to build big enough, and I think I have." He stood on the driveway, his arms folded, and looked at the structure as he occasionally voiced his thoughts.
"The next thing is to lay up the side walls and get the roof over.