〃Well； if my mind's confused； it's all your fault。 All your talk about bricks crumbling before the wall is built〃
〃Didn't you believe that？〃
〃Maybe I did。 I reckon if I set out to weave all the grass of this meadow into bug baskets； before I got to the far end of the meadow the grass would all have died and rotted to nothing。 I reckon if I set out to turn all the trees from here to Noisy River into barns； the trees'd all be dead and fell before I ever got to the last of them。 Can't build a house out of rotted logs。〃
〃I was going to say； 'Men cannot build permanent things out of impermanent pieces。' That is the law。 But the way you said it was the proverb of the law： 'You can't build a house out of rotted logs。'〃
〃I said a proverb？〃
〃And when we get back to the house； I'll write it in my book。〃
〃In the sealed part？〃 asked Alvin。 Then he remembered that he had only seen that book by peeking through a crack in his floor late at night when Taleswapper was writing by candlelight in the room below him。
Thleswapper looked at him sharp。 〃I hope you never tried to conjure open that seal。〃
Alvin was offended。 He might peek through a crack； but he'd never sneak。 〃Just knowing you don't want me to read that part is better than any old seal； and if you don't know that； you ain't my friend。 I don't pry into your secrets。〃
〃My secrets？〃 Taleswapper laughed。 〃I seal that back part because that's where my own writings go； and I simply don't want anyone else writing in that part of the book。〃
〃Do other people write in the front part？〃
〃They do。〃
〃Well； what do they write？ Can I write there？〃
〃They write one sentence about the most important thing they ever did or ever saw with their own eyes。 That one sentence is all I need from then on to remind me of their story。 So when I visit in another city； in another house； I can open the book； read the sentence； and tell the story。〃
Alvin thought of a remarkable possibility。 Taleswapper had lived with Ben Franklin； hadn't he？ 〃Did Ben Franklin write in your book？〃
〃He wrote the very first sentence。〃
〃He wrote down the most important thing he ever did？〃
〃That he did。〃
〃Well； what was it？〃
Taleswapper stood up。 〃e back to the house with me； lad； and I'll show you。 And on the way I'll tell you the story to explain what he wrote。〃
Alvin sprang up spry； and took the old man by his heavy sleeve； and fairly dragged him toward the path back down to the house。 〃e on； then！〃 Alvin didn't know if Taleswapper had decided not to go on to church； or if he plumb forgot that's where they were supposed to go whatever the reason； Alvin was happy enough with the result。 A Sunday with no church at all was a Sunday worth being alive。 Add to that Taleswapper's stories and Maker Ben's own writing in a book； and it was well nigh to being a perfect day。
〃There's no hurry； lad。 I won't die before noon； nor will you； and stories take some time to tell。〃
〃Was it something he made？〃 asked Alvin。 〃The most important thing？〃
〃As a matter of fact； it was。〃
〃I knew it！ The two…glass spectacles？ The stove？〃
〃People used to say to him all the time； Ben； you're a true Maker。 But he always denied it。 Just like he denied he was a wizard。 I've got no knack for hidden powers； he said。 I just take pieces of things and put them together in a better way。 There were stoves before I made my stove。 There were spectacles before I made my spectacles。 I never really made anything in my life； in the way a true Maker would do it。 I give you two…glass spectacles； but a Maker would give you new eyes。〃
〃He figured he never made anything？〃
〃I asked him that one day。 The very day that I was starting out with my book。 I said to him； Ben； what's the most important thing you ever made？ And he started in on what I just told you； about how he never really made anything； and I said to him； Ben； you don't believe that； and I don't believe that。 And he said； Bill； you found me out。 There's one thing I made； and it's the most important thing I ever did； and it's the most important thing I ever saw。〃
Taleswapper fell silent； just shambling down the slope through leaves that whispered loud underfoot。
〃Well； what was it？〃
〃Don't you want to wait till you get home and read it for yourself？〃
Alvin got real mad then； madder than he meant to。 〃I hate it when people know something and they won't say！〃
〃No need to get your dander up； lad。 I'll tell you。 What he wrote was this： The only thing I ever truly made was Americans。〃
〃That don't make sense。 Americans are born。〃
〃Well； now； that's not so； Alvin。 Babies are born。 In England the same as in America。 So it isn't being born that makes them American。〃
Alvin thought about that for a second。 〃It's being born in America。〃
〃Well； that's true enough。 But along about fifty years ago； a baby born in Philadelphia was never called an American baby。 It was a Pennsylvanian baby。 And babies born in New Amsterdam were Knickerbockers； and babies born in Boston were Yankees； and babies born in Charleston were Jacobians or Cavaliers or some such name。〃
〃They still are；〃 Alvin pointed out。
〃They are indeed； lad； but they're something else besides。 All those names； Old Ben figured； those names divided us up into Virginians and Orangemen and Rhode Islanders； into Whites and Reds and Blacks； into Quakers and Papists and Puritans and Presbyterians； into Dutch； Swedish； French； and English。 Old Ben saw how a Virginian could never quite trust a man from Netticut； and how a White man could never quite trust a Red； because they were different。 And he said to himself； If we've got all these names to hold us apart； why not a name to bind us together？ He toyed with a lot of names that already were used。 Colonials； for instance。 But he didn't like calling us all Colonials because that made us always turn our eyes back to Europe； and besides； the Reds aren't Colonials； are they！ Nor are the Blacks； since they came as slaves。 Do you see the problem？〃
〃He wanted a name we could all share the same；〃 said Alvin。
〃Just right。 There was one thing we all had in mon。 We all lived on the same continent。 North America。 So he thought of calling us North Americans。 But that was too long。 So〃
〃Americans。〃
〃That's a name that belongs to a fisherman living on the rugged coast of West Anglia as much as to a baron ruling his slavehold in the southwest part of Dryden。 It belongs as much to the Mohawk chief in Irrakwa as to the Knickerbocker shopkeeper in New Amsterdam。 Old Ben knew that if people could once start thinking of themselves as Americans； we'd bee a nation。 Not just a piece of some tired old European country； but a single new nation here in a new land。 So he started using that word in everything he wrote。 Poor Richard's Almanac was full of talk about Americans this and Americans that。 And Old Ben wrote letters to everybody； saying things like； Conflict over land claims is a problem for Americans to solve together。 Europeans can't possibly understand what Americans need to survive。 Why should Americans die for European wars？ Why should Americans be bound by European precedents in our courts of law？ Inside of five years； there was hardly a person from New England to Jacobia who didn't think of himself as being； at least partly； an American。〃
〃It was just a name。〃
〃But it is the name by which we call ourselves。 And it includes everyone else on this continent who's willing to accept the name。 Old Ben worked hard to make sure that name included as many people as possible。 Without ever holding any public office except postmaster； he singlehandedly turned a name into a nation。 With the King ruling over the Cavaliers in the south； and the Lord Protector's men ruling over New England in the north； he saw nothing but chaos and war ahead； with Pennsylvania smack in the middle。 He wanted to forestall that war； and he used the name 'American' to fend it off。 He made the New Englanders fear to offend Pennsylvania； and made the Cavaliers bend over backward trying to woo Pennsylvanian support。 He was the one who agitated for an American Congress to establish trade policies and uniform land law。
〃And finally；〃 Taleswapper continued； 〃just before he invited me over from England； he wrote the American pact and got the seven original colonies to sign it。 It wasn't easy； you know even the number of states was the result of a great deal of struggle。 The Dutch could see that most of the immigrants to America were English and Irish and Scotch； and they didn't want to be swallowed up so Old Ben allowed them to divide New Netherland into three colonies so they'd have more votes in the Congress。 With Suskwahenny split off from the land claimed by New Sweden and Pennsylvania； another squabble was put to rest。〃
〃That's only six states；〃 said Alvin。
〃Old Ben refused to allow anyone to sign the pact unless the Irrakwa were included as the seventh state； with firm borders； with Reds governing themselves。 There were plenty of people who wanted a White man's nation； but Old Ben wouldn't hear of it。 The only way to have peace； he said； was for all Americans to join toge