CHAPTER VIII.
As the children had no more questions to ask, Mr.Temple proceeded to relate what consequences ensued from the building of Bell Franklin's wharf.
BENJAMIN FRANKLIN.
[CONTINUED] In the morning, when the early sunbeams were gleaming on the steeples and roofs of the town and gilding the water that surrounded it, the masons came, rubbing their eyes, to begin their work at the foundation of the new house.

But, on reaching the spot, they rubbed their eyes so much the harder.

What had become of their heap of stones?
"Why, Sam," said one to another, in great perplexity, "here's been some witchcraft at work while we were asleep.

The stones must have flown away through the air!" "More likely they have been stolen!" answered Sam.
"But who on earth would think of stealing a heap of stones ?" cried a third.

"Could a man carry them away in his pocket ?" The master mason, who was a gruff kind of man, stood scratching his head, and said nothing at first.