They had been stopped before midday by a vast crowd of excited people, owners of land, land agents, local authorities, lawyers, policemen, soldiers even.
"We're making a road," the biggest boy had explained.
"Make a road by all means," said the leading lawyer on the ground, "but please respect the rights of other people.

You have already infringed the private rights of twenty-seven private proprietors; let alone the special privileges and property of an urban district board, nine parish councils, a county council, two gasworks, and a railway company...." "Goodney!" said the elder boy Cossar.
"You will have to stop it." "But don't you want a nice straight road in the place of all these rotten rutty little lanes ?" "I won't say it wouldn't be advantageous, but--" "It isn't to be done," said the eldest Cossar boy, picking up his tools.
"Not in this way," said the lawyer, "certainly." "How is it to be done ?" The leading lawyer's answer had been complicated and vague.
Cossar had come down to see the mischief his children had done, and reproved them severely and laughed enormously and seemed to be extremely happy over the affair.

"You boys must wait a bit," he shouted up to them, "before you can do things like that." "The lawyer told us we must begin by preparing a scheme, and getting special powers and all sorts of rot.

Said it would take us years." "_We'll_ have a scheme before long, little boy," cried Cossar, hands to his mouth as he shouted, "never fear.

For a bit you'd better play about and make models of the things you want to do." They did as he told them like obedient sons.
But for all that the Cossar lads brooded a little.
"It's all very well," said the second to the first, "but I don't always want just to play about and plan, I want to do something _real_, you know.