The skeleton of the boat grew beneath their hands, but it was on the workers and not on their work that her gaze was fixed.

For her heart was burning within her, and she could hardly restrain herself from throwing her arms about their necks and imploring them to seek the face of God.

Oh! if she only knew that Alec and Curly were of the elect! But they only could find that out.

There was no way for her to peer into that mystery.

All she could do was to watch their wants, to have the tool they needed next ready to their hand, to clear away the spales from before the busy plane, and to lie in wait for any chance of putting to her little strength to help.