Still, they both continued to work in as circumspect a manner as they could. As they neared the end of the project, Hanson grew bold enough to slip one little book into the baggy sleeve of his shirt. It was very small and so light it barely bagged the fabric. By the time the sun sank to the top of the trees at the edge of the forest, the house was spic and span, not one obvious thing out of place. One no longer had to twist and turn among the heaps of assorted paraphernalia and the dust and litter were all swept away.
As they polished off the last of the evening meal Holzy had conjured, he gave a huge yawn. “I don’t know what’s come over me. I’m asleep in my chair. Why don’t the two of you make an early evening of it, too? I’m sure your arses are dragging. You worked like Trojans today, and I must say you did a fine job. My house hasn’t been so tidy in eons!”