Wish I had one."
"What for?"
"Cause mah garden am jest oberrun wid weeds. If I had one ob dem
dinnasorriouses--"
"Dinotheriums," corrected Jack.
"Dat's what I said," observed Washington with dignity. "If I had
one ob dem, I wouldn't hab t' weed mah garden. Where am one to
be possessed ob, Massa Jack?"
"I guess you were born a few million years too late," was the
lad's answer. "They lived a few centuries before the flood."
"Good land!" exclaimed Washington, his eyes opening wide.
"Before Noah built de ark?"
"Yes."
"Landy gracious! Dat animai'd be so old by dis time dat he
couldn't chew de weeds after he pulled'em. Guess I'll hab t'do
mah own weedin'."
"I reckon you will," added Mark.
They went back to the machine shop, and for the next week were
very busy over the Annihilator. It was beginning to assume
shape, and some of the machinery was installed.
One evening, after a hard day's work, when they 'were all seated
in the big living-room of Professor Henderson's home, discussing
the progress they were making, Jack suddenly held up his hand for
silence.
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