"Oh, I'll get busy on it right away," Tom declared. "We'll go down now, and start right to work. I'm afraid, Ned, that our idea of a door-spring check isn't going to work." "I might have known my idea wouldn't amount to anything," said the young bank clerk. "Oh, the idea is all right," declared Tom, "but it wants modifying.
She is younger than the Signore, a mere village tradesman's daughter, and, alas, childless. It was quite true, the door stood open. Madame put down the screw-driver and drew herself erect. Her eyes were a flame of excitement. This question of a door-spring that made the door fly open when it should make it close roused a vivid spark in her soul.
"Yes, he just happened to solve the problem for me!" interrupted Tom, as he told the story of the door-spring. "A good idea!" commented Lieutenant Marbury.
He is only an anxious villager. 'Voyez, monsieur cet cet qu'est-ce que qu'est-ce que veut dire cet cela? He shows me the paper. It is an old scrap of print, the picture of an American patent door-spring, with directions: 'Fasten the spring either end up. Wind it up. Never unwind. It is laconic and American. The signore watches me anxiously, waiting, holding his chin.