Withthewordinhismouth，heupliftedtheaxe，andlaidabouthim
sovigorouslythatthedustflew，theboardscrashed，and，ina
twinkling，theoldwomanhadanapronfullofbrokenrubbish。
“Weshallgetourwinter’swoodcheap。”quothTabitha。
Thegoodworkbeingthuscommenced，Peterbeatdownallbeforehim，