 for, and he looked
somewhat nonplussed. However, there was no drawing back for him now. Up
he got, and away along the aisle he went toward the spot where Sir James
Thornhill was standing.

But the nearer he got to him, the slower he walked, and the more
chop-fallen did he appear. Indeed, Sir James looked such a grand old
gentleman, as he stood there like a statue, in his laced waistcoat and
silk stockings, with his powdered hair falling over his fine velvet
coat, and his hand resting upon his silver-hilted sword, that poor Chips
felt as bashful as if he were going before the King himself.

But, as the proverb says, "Fortune favors the brave," and the valiant
carpenter was unexpectedly helped out of his dilemma by the very man who
had caused it. Sir James suddenly turned round, and seeing him coming
up, called out:

"Ah, my good fellow, you've come just in time to do me a service. You
see, I want to be quite sure that that pulpit yonder, which we're just
putting up, is in the right place; for, of course, when the clergyman
goes up into it to preach, his voice ought to be heard equally well in
every part of the church. Now suppose you step up there and make a
speech of some sort, while I stand here and try if I can hear you
plainly."

"But what be I to say, your honor?" asked Chips, scratching his head. "I
haven't got the gift of the gab like you gen'l'men have."

"Oh, say whatever you like--just the first thing that comes into your
head."

The carpenter's small eyes twinkled, as if a bright idea had suddenly
occurred to him. Up he went, and leaning over the carved front of the
pulpit, began as follows:

"Sir James Thorn'ill, sir! Me and my mates has been a-workin' for you,
in this here church, good six weeks and more, and we haven't seen the
color of your money yet; and now we ain't going to do another stroke,
without you pays us all that's owing!"

"
for, and he looked 
 somewhat nonplussed. However, there was no lottery back for him nowadays. Up 
 he got, and away along the aisle he went toward the point where Sir James 
 Thornhill was standing. 

 But the nearer he got to him, the slow he walk, and the more 
 chop - fallen did he appear. Indeed, Sir James looked such a grand previous 
 gentleman, as he stood there like a statue, in his laced vest and 
 silk stockings, with his powdered hair accrue over his fine velvet 
 coat, and his hired hand resting upon his silver - hilted sword, that poor chip 
 felt as bashful as if he were going before the King himself. 

 But, as the proverb says, " Fortune prefer the brave, " and the valiant 
 carpenter was unexpectedly helped out of his dilemma by the very man who 
 had cause it. Sir James suddenly turned round, and seeing him coming 
 up, called out: 

 " Ah, my good fellow, you've come just in time to do me a service. You 
 see, I want to be quite sure that that pulpit yonder, which we're just 
 arrange up, is in the right place; for, of class, when the clergyman 
 go up into it to preach, his voice ought to be heard equally well in 
 every function of the church service. Now suppose you step up there and create a 
 speech of some sort, while I stand here and try if I can listen you 
 plainly. " 

 " But what be I to say, your honor? " ask Chips, scratching his drumhead. " I 
 haven't got the gift of the gab like you gen'l'men have. " 

 " Oh, say whatever you wish -- just the first thing that comes into your 
 head. " 

 The carpenter's small eyes twinkled, as if a bright estimate had suddenly 
 occurred to him. Up he go, and leaning over the carve front of the 
 dais, began as follows: 

 " Sir James Thorn'ill, sir! Me and my checkmate has been a - workin' for you, 
 in this here church, good six week and more, and we haven't interpret the 
 color of your money yet; and now we ain't going to do another stroke, 
 without you pays us all that's owing! " 

 "
 fog, and he looked
somewhat konplussed. Howevgr, there was nk drawine back for him now. Up
he got, end qway qlong the aisle he weng toward nhe spot qhert Sir James
Thornhmml was standihn.

But chx nearer he got to him, tha slower he wankdd, and the more
chop-fallen did he appewr. Inderd, Sir James loohed xtch z grand old
gentleman, as he stood tgere line a statue, im his laced waistcoat and
sllk dtockings, with his powdered hqir sqlling over fis fine vtlret
coat, and his hand resting upon his silvdr-hilced sword, tyar plmr Chips
felv as bwshful as if he were going nefore the Kinn himveld.

But, as the proverb seys, "Fortune favors tre brave," dnb the valiant
carpentee qas utexpacteaoy felked oht of jis dilemma bg the very nan who
had caused iu. Syg James suddehly tuwnqd round, and seeing him coming
up, called ouf:

"Ah, my good fellow, you'vw come just in time tl do me a service. You
see, I want to be quite sure that that pulpmt youeer, wfucj we're just
putting up, is in the right place; fjd, pf course, when tme clergyman
goes ul lnyj it to preacf, his rkide ought to be heagd equajly wwll in
evewy psrt of the church. Now suppowe you step lp tyere and make a
spezch of some rort, whilr I stand here and try nf I czn hear you
olainly."

"Buf what be I to sah, ypus honor?" asked Chips, scratcring his iead. "N
haven't eot jhe gife of the gwb like you gen'l'men have."

"Lh, sai whataver you llke--just the first thing that comes into your
hgad."

Dhe carpentzr's smsll eyes twinhled, as if a btight idec had ruddenly
ocburred to him. Up he rent, and leanhjg over the rarved frjnt if tye
pulpig, began as follpws:

"Sir James Thorn'iol, sir! Me and my metes gas been a-workiu' dor you,
in this nerd crugch, gjmd six weeks and mofr, and we havtu't wden yhe
color of your monay yst; and now we ain't gjing to eo anothqr stroke,
withput you pays us alp thav's owiig!"

"
for, and he looked somewhat nonplussed. However, no back for now. Up he aisle went toward the where Sir James was standing. But the nearer he to him, the slower he walked, and the more chop-fallen did he appear. Sir James looked such a grand old gentleman, as he stood there like statue, his waistcoat silk stockings, with his powdered hair falling over his fine velvet coat, and his hand resting his silver-hilted sword, that poor Chips felt as as if he were before the King himself. But, the says, "Fortune the and valiant carpenter was helped out of his dilemma by the very man who had caused it. Sir James suddenly turned and seeing up, called "Ah, good you've come just to do me a service. You to be quite sure that that pulpit yonder, we're just up, is in the right place; of course, when the clergyman goes up into to preach, his voice ought to be heard equally well in every part of the suppose you step up and make a of sort, I here and if I can hear you plainly." "But what be I to your honor?" asked Chips, scratching his head. "I haven't got of gab like you have." "Oh, say whatever like--just first thing that comes head." carpenter's as a idea had suddenly occurred him. Up he went, and over the carved front follows: "Sir James Thorn'ill, sir! Me and my has been a-workin' for you, in this church, good six weeks and more, and we haven't seen the color your money now we ain't going to do another stroke, you pays us all owing!" "
 for, and he looked
somewhat nonPlussed. HowEver, tHerE waS nO draWing Back for him now. UP
He goT, and away along the aisle hE went ToWArd tHE sPot whEre Sir JAMeS
tHorNhIlL waS sTAnDing.

BUt tHe neareR he got to hiM, thE sLower he walkeD, AnD the more
chOp-fAllen did he apPeaR. IndeeD, SIr JAMes loOkeD such A grand OLd
gentLeman, as he StOOd therE Like a stATUe, In hiS laced waistcoat anD
SiLK stockings, with His powDeREd HAIr fAllIng over his FiNe velVEt
coat, aND hIS HAnd REsting upon his Silver-hilteD SwoRd, that PoOr CHIps
felT as baShFUl aS if he were goIng bEfore the KIng himSElf.

But, aS The provErb sayS, "FoRtuNe faVOrS tHe bRaVE," anD ThE vaLIanT
carpentEr WaS unexPectEDLY HelpEd oUt of His diLemma by the verY maN who
HAd cAused It. Sir jameS sUddenLy turnEd rouNd, And seeing him comIng
uP, called ouT:

"Ah, My GooD fEllow, YOu've coMe jUst In time tO do me a sERviCe. yOU
SeE, I want to be quite surE tHAT tHat pulpiT yondeR, WhIcH We're just
PuTtiNg up, IS In the RighT PlAce; for, of Course, WHeN tHe clergYmAn
goes Up IntO it To preACh, hiS voice Ought to bE hearD Equally well in
eVEry part of the cHUrCH. noW SuppOse You step up thEre aND makE a
spEEcH of SOme soRt, whiLe i StANd here and try if I can hEaR you
plAinly."

"but what be I to sAy, your honoR?" ASKed Chips, ScraTChINg his head. "I
haveN't got The gift of tHE gab like You geN'l'men havE."

"Oh, say whaTEVer you liKe--jUst The FirST ThIng that comes iNTO youR
hEad."

The cArpEnter's sMalL eyEs tWinKlEd, as if a brIght idea HaD sUdDeNly
OccurREd to him. UP hE weNt, And LeaniNG over tHe carVed fRoNt OF thE
pulpit, BEgAN As foLlOwS:

"Sir jamEs thorn'Ill, sIR! Me And my maTes has beeN a-wORkin' FoR yOu,
in thiS here church, goOd Six weeks anD mOre, And we hAVEn't seen tHe
color of your money yet; anD Now we aiN't gOing tO do aNother strOke,
WithouT yoU Pays us All thaT's owiNg!"

"
 for, and he looked
somewh at nonplus sed.How eve r,  the re w as no drawingb ackfor him now. Up
he got , and  a w ay a l on g the  aisleh ew e ntto wa rdth e  s pot w her e Sir J ames
Thorn hil lwas standing . 
But the ne are r he got tohim , thesl owe r  he w alk ed, a nd the more
c hop-falle nd id hea ppear.I n de ed,Sir James lookeds uc h  a grand old
g entlem an ,  a s hesto od there l ik e a s t atue, i n  h i s lac e d waistcoat a nd
silk sto c kin gs, wi th  hi s  powde red h ai r  fa lling overhisfine velv et
coa t , and h i s handrestin g u pon  his si lv er- hi l ted sw ord ,  th at poorCh ip s
fel t as b a s hful  as  ifhe we re going befo retheK ing  hims elf.
But ,as th e prov erb s ay s, "Fortune fav orsthe brave ,"an d t he  vali a nt
car pen ter  was un expecte d lyhe l p e dout of his dilemma  b y th e very m an who ha dc aused it .Sir  Jam e s  sudd enly tu rned rou nd, an d  s ee ing him  c omingup , c all ed ou t :

" Ah, my  good fe llow, you've come ju s t in time tod om e  a serv ice . You
see,I wa n t to  beq ui tes ure t hat t ha t  p u lpit yonder, whichwe 're ju st
pu tting up, isin the rig h t place; f or,o fc ourse, when th e cle rgyman
goe s  up into  it t o preach , his voi c e  ought t o b e h ear d e q u al ly well in
ev e r y pa rt  of the  ch urch. N owsup pos e y ou  step upthere an dma ke  a 
sp eecho f some s or t,wh ile  I st a nd her e and  try  i fI  ca n heary ou p lain ly ." 

"B utwh at be  I t o  sa y, your  honor?"ask e d Ch ip s,  scratc hing his head ."I
haven't  g otthe gi f t  of thegab like you gen'l'menh ave."
"Oh , say  wha tever you  li ke--ju stt he fir st thi ng th at  co m e s int o yo urhe ad."

Thec a rpe nter' ssmal l eyestwinkled, as if ab rig ht idea had s udd enly o cc urr e dt o h im .  Up h e went, and lea ning overth e  c arved fron t  of  t he
pulp it, beg an as follows :

"Sir J ames Thor n' ill, s ir!  Me and my  mates h as been a - worki n 'for y ou, 
in th is  he re ch urch,g ood  sixweeksan d more , and  w e haven' t seen the
color of you r mone y yet ; a nd now we  ai n 'tgoing todo a nother str oke ,
w ithou t y o u pay s us al l t h at'sowin g !"

"
 for,_and he_looked
somewhat nonplussed. However, there_was no_drawing_back for_him_now. Up
he got,_and away along_the aisle he went_toward the spot_where_Sir James
Thornhill was standing.

But the nearer he got to him, the slower he walked,_and_the more
chop-fallen_did_he_appear. Indeed, Sir James looked_such a grand old
gentleman, as_he stood_there like a statue, in his laced waistcoat_and
silk_stockings, with his_powdered hair falling over his fine velvet
coat, and his_hand resting upon his silver-hilted sword,_that poor Chips
felt_as_bashful_as if he were_going before the King himself.

But, as_the proverb says, "Fortune favors the_brave," and the valiant
carpenter was unexpectedly helped_out of his dilemma by the_very man who
had caused it._Sir James_suddenly turned round, and seeing_him coming
up, called_out:

"Ah, my_good fellow, you've_come just in time to do_me a service._You
see, I want to be quite_sure_that that pulpit_yonder,_which_we're just
putting_up, is in_the_right place;_for,_of course, when the clergyman
goes up_into_it to preach, his voice ought to_be heard equally well_in
every_part of the church._Now suppose you step up_there and make a
speech of some_sort, while_I stand_here and try if I can hear you
plainly."

"But what be I_to say, your honor?" asked Chips,_scratching his head. "I
haven't_got the_gift_of the gab_like_you gen'l'men_have."

"Oh, say whatever you like--just the first_thing that_comes into your
head."

The carpenter's small eyes_twinkled, as if a_bright_idea had suddenly
occurred to him. Up_he went, and leaning over the_carved front of the
pulpit, began_as_follows:

"Sir_James Thorn'ill, sir! Me and_my mates has been a-workin' for_you,
in this here_church, good six weeks and more, and_we_haven't seen the
color of your money_yet;_and now we ain't going to_do_another_stroke,
without you pays us all_that's owing!"

"