But the odor of fried ham was wafted to him.

He was lifting a couple of heavy stones to stay the canvas and keep it from flapping in the wind, when the girl called out-- "Wouldn't you like to have a wash before dinner ?" He straightened himself and looked at her.

Her face and hands were shining, spotless.

The change was so great that his brow wrinkled with perplexity.
"I am a good pupil," she cried.

"You see I am already learning to help myself.