No thing is a small thing.

Kedgers, with the earth under his broad finger nails, and his half apologetic laugh, being the centre of his own world, was as large as Mount Dunstan, who stood thwarted in the centre of his.

Chancing-for God knows what mystery of reason-to be born one of those having power, one might perhaps set in order a world like Kedgers'.
"In the course of twenty years' work under Timson," she said, "you must have learned a great deal from him." "A good bit, miss-a good bit," admitted Kedgers.

"If I hadn't ha' cared for the work, I might ha' gone on doing it with my eyes shut, but I didn't.

Mr.Timson's heart was set on it as well as his head.