"That's what they called a gurgoyle!" "I don't know anything about that," said the carpenter; "I know it will carry off the water." "To be sure," said Willie.

"It's capital." "But," said Mr Spelman, "it's rather too serious a job this to set about before asking the doctor's leave.

It will cost money." "Much ?" asked Willie, whose heart sank within him.
"Well, that depends on what you count much," answered Spelman.

"All I can say is, it wouldn't be anything out of your father's pocket." "I don't see how that can be," said Willie.

"-- Cost money, and yet be nothing out of my father's pocket! _I've_ only got threepence ha'-penny." "Your father and I will talk about it," said the carpenter mysteriously, and offered no further information.
"There seems to be always some way of doing a thing," thought Willie to himself.
He little knew by what a roundabout succession of cause and effect his father's kindness to Spelman was at this moment returning to him, one of the links of connection being this project of Willie's own.
The doctor being out at the time, the carpenter called again later in the evening; and they had a long talk together--to the following effect.
Spelman having set forth his scheme, and the doctor having listened in silence until he had finished-- "But," said Mr Macmichael, "that will cost a good deal, I fear, and I have no money to spare." "Mr Macmichael," said Spelman solemnly, his long face looking as if some awful doom were about to issue from the middle of it, "you forget how much I am in your debt." "No, I don't," returned the doctor.