With the aid of these Isaac contrived to make many curious articles, at which he worked with so much skill that he seemed to have been born with a saw or chisel in hand.
The neighbors looked with vast admiration at the things which Isaac manufactured.

And his old grandmother, I suppose, was never weary of talking about him.
"He'll make a capital workman one of these days," she would probably say.

"No fear but what Isaac will do well in the world and be a rich man before he dies." It is amusing to conjecture what were the anticipations of his grandmother and the neighbors about Isaac's future life.

Some of them, perhaps, fancied that he would make beautiful furniture of mahogany, rosewood, or polished oak, inlaid with ivory and ebony, and magnificently gilded.

And then, doubtless, all the rich people would purchase these fine things to adorn their drawing-rooms.