He was Humility's child, born with the skill-of-hand of generations of lace-workers.

He did a dozen things wrongly, but he neither fumbled, nor hammered his fingers, nor wounded them with the chisel--which was Humility's husband's way.
At the end of four days of strenuous effort, they had their first pew built.

It was a recognisable pew, though it leaned to one side, and the door (for it had a door) fell to with a bang if not cautiously treated.

The triumph was, the seat could be sat upon without risk.
Mr.Raymond and Taffy tested it with their combined weight on the Saturday evening, and went home full of its praises.
"But look at your clothes," said Humility; and they looked.
"This is serious," said Mr.Raymond.

"Dear, you must make us a couple of working suits of corduroy or some such stuff: otherwise this pew-making won't pay." Humility stood out against this for a day or two.