Her taper fingers went like the wind, and though she watched him, and asked questions, she never stopped plaiting.

Mr.Hazel was no carpenter, he was merely Brains spurred by Necessity.

He went to work and sawed off four short disks of the sago-log.
"Now what are those, pray ?" asked Helen.
"The wheels--primeval wheels.

And here are the linchpins, made of hard wood; I wattled them at odd times." He then produced two young lime-trees he had rooted up that morning and sawed them into poles in a minute.

Then he bored two holes in each pole, about four inches from either extremity, and fitted his linchpins; then he drew out his linchpins, passed each pole first through one disk, and then through another, and fastened his linchpins.