Why don't you look at this hut of ours and imagine that it is a magnificent stone castle ?" Jim Hart gazed wonderingly at the boy.
"Paul," he said, "you always wuz a puzzle to me.

I can't see no magnificent stone castle--jest a bark an' brush hut." Paul shook his head reprovingly.
"I am sorry for you, Jim," he said.

"I not only see a magnificent stone castle, but I see a splendid town over there on the mainland." "You talk plumb foolish, Paul," said Jim Hart.
"They are all coming," said Paul.
But Jim Hart continued to see only the bark and brush hut on the island, and the vast and unbroken wilderness on the mainland.

His eyes roved back, from the mainland to the hut.
"Now, ef I had an ax an' a saw," he said regretfully, "I could make that look like somethin'.

I'm a good cook, ef I do say it, Paul, but I'd like to be a fust-class carpenter.