There was a prospect at last of getting something to do, and that in a line most congenial to his own tastes.
The old man looked up when he entered next morning.
"I shall not come in today," he remarked.

"I will wait to see them finished." Working without interruption till the evening, Frank finished them to his satisfaction, and enveloped them with many wrappings of thread to keep them in precisely the attitudes in which he had placed them.
"They are ready for drying now, sir," he said.

"If I might place them in an oven they would be dried by morning." The old man led the way to the kitchen, where a small fire was burning.
"I shall put no more coals on the fire," he said, "and it will be out in a quarter of an hour.

Put them in there and leave the door open.

I will close it in an hour when the oven cools." The next day Frank was again at work.