They then went to work again and planted the other row; and, as the sun was going down, they straightened their backs, and, with hands stayed upon their hips, looked up and down the two lines and thought they would pass muster and please the master.

Then they shouldered their brightened tools and went home to their low, dark cottages, discussing the prices of bread, beer and bacon, and whether the likes of them could manage to keep a pig and make a little meat in the year for themselves.
That is the story of this most magnificent structure to which you look up with such admiration.

Those two men in smock frocks, each with a pocket full of bread and cheese, were the Michael Angelos of this lofty St.Peter's.

That donkey, with its worn panniers, was the only witness and helper of their work.

And it was the work of a day! They may have been paid two English shillings for it.