And we'll make electricity light and cook and clean up for them, and all.

Fancy! They make their women--women who are going to be mothers--crawl about and scrub floors! "We could make it all beautifully.

We could bank up a valley in that range of hills over there and make a nice reservoir, and we could make a big place here to generate our electricity and have it all simply lovely.

Couldn't we, brother?
And then perhaps they'd let us do some other things." "Yes," said the elder brother, "we could do it _very_ nice for them." "Then _let's,"_ said the second brother.
"_I_ don't mind," said the elder brother, and looked about for a handy tool.
And that led to another dreadful bother.
Agitated multitudes were at them in no time, telling them for a thousand reasons to stop, telling them to stop for no reason at all--babbling, confused, and varied multitudes.

The place they were building was too high--it couldn't possibly be safe.