I'll send it to England.

It must be done somehow.

How long have you worked at it ?" "Nine months," said the boy.
"Oh, it is such a nice little machine," said Bonaparte, "one can't help feeling an interest in it.

There is only one little improvement, one very little improvement, I should like to make." Bonaparte put his foot on the machine and crushed it into the sand.

The boy looked up into his face.
"Looks better now," said Bonaparte, "doesn't it?
If we can't have it made in England we'll send it to America.