Everything in the dear old village seemed the same to Jones after his
absence of four years. The old church, the village pump, the ducks on
the green, the old men smoking while their wives gossip--it was so
restful after the rush and bustle of the city. Suddenly he missed
something.
"Where's Hodge's windmill?" he asked in surprise. "I can only see one
mill, and there used to be two."
The native gazed thoughtfully round, as if to verify the statement. Then
he said slowly:
"They pulled one down. There weren't enough wind for two on'em!"