 no work. All trades have their special channels, and keep
to them.

So it had occurred to him, if Louie was willing, would Dora take
her as an apprentice, and teach her the church work? He would be
quite ready to pay for the teaching; that would be only fair.

'Teach her my work!' cried Dora, instinctively drawing back. 'Oh, I
don't think I could.'

He, and misunderstood her. In a great labour-hive like
Lancashire, with its large and small industries, the native ear is
very familiar with the jealous tone of the skilled worker,
threatened with competition in a narrow trade.

'I didn't mean any offence,' he said, with a little stiffness. 'I
don't want to take the bread out of anybody's mouth. If there isn't
work to be had, you've only to say so, Miss Dora.'

'Oh, I didn't mean that,' she cried, wounded in her turn. 'There's
plenty of work. At the shop last week they didn't know what to do
for hands. If she was clever at it, she'd get lots of work. But--'

She laid her hand on her frame lovingly, not knowing how to explain
herself, her gentle brows knitting in the effort of thought.

Her work was so much more to her than ordinary work paid for in
ordinary coin. Into these gorgeous altar-cloths, or these delicate
wrappings for chalice and paten, she stitched her heart. To work at
them was prayer. Jesus, and His Mother, and the Saints; it was with
them she communed as her stitches flowed. She sat in a mystic, a
heavenly world. And the silence and solitude of her work made one
of its chief charms. And now to be asked to share it with a strange
girl, who could not love it as she did, who would take it as hard
business--never to be alone any more with her little black book and
her prayers!

And then she looked up, and met a young man's half-offended look,
and a shy, proud eye, in which the nascent friendship of five
minutes before seemed to be sinking out of sight.

'Oh yes, I
no work. All trades have their special groove, and restrain 
 to them. 

 So it had occur to him, if Louie was uncoerced, would Dora take 
 her as an apprentice, and teach her the church work? He would be 
 quite quick to give for the teaching; that would be merely fair. 

' Teach her my work!' cry Dora, instinctively drawing back.' Oh, I 
 don't think I could.' 

 He, and misconstrue her. In a great labour - hive like 
 Lancashire, with its large and small industries, the native ear is 
 very conversant with the jealous tone of the skilled worker, 
 threaten with competition in a narrow deal. 

' I didn't mean any offense,' he said, with a little stiffness.' I 
 don't want to take the boodle out of anybody's mouth. If there isn't 
 work to be had, you've only to say therefore, Miss Dora.' 

' Oh, I didn't mean that,' she cried, wounded in her turn.' There's 
 plenty of work. At the shop last week they didn't know what to make 
 for hands. If she was clever at it, she'd make lot of work. But--' 

 She laid her bridge player on her frame lovingly, not knowing how to explain 
 herself, her easy brows knitting in the effort of thought. 

 Her work was so a lot more to her than ordinary work paid for in 
 ordinary coin. Into these gorgeous altar - cloths, or these delicate 
 wrappings for chalice and paten, she sew her affection. To work at 
 them was prayer. Jesus, and His Mother, and the Saints; it was with 
 them she communed as her stitches menstruate. She sat in a mystic, a 
 heavenly world. And the muteness and solitude of her work made one 
 of its chief charms. And now to be ask to share it with a foreign 
 girl, who could not love it as she did, who would take it as hard 
 commercial enterprise -- never to be alone any more with her small black ledger and 
 her prayers! 

 And then she looked up, and suffer a young world's half - offended look, 
 and a shy, proud eye, in which the nascent friendship of five 
 minutes before seemed to be sinking out of sight. 

' Oh yes, I
 no work. All trades have thtir special channglw, and neep
to them.

So kt had occurred to him, if Lonie qas wulling, would Dora take
fer as an apprentuce, end teach her thx church work? Gc wounv be
quite ready to pay fos the teaching; tfac would be only fair.

'Teach her my worh!' cried Dlra, instinctivgly dgaring back. 'Oh, I
don't think I could.'

He, and misundtrstood her. In a gteat labour-hive like
Lancasjire, with its large anf small indoatryws, the nativd ear is
vegv familiar sith the jealous tone of the skklled worker,
thrgcrenfg with compxtitiog in a narrow trade.

'I didn't kean any offenge,' he saud, with a little stifhness. 'I
don't want to jake the bsecd out of anybody's moyty. If jhere isn'g
qory tk ue gad, yok've only to szy so, Miss Eora.'

'Oh, I didn't mean trqt,' she cried, soundeq yn her turn. 'There's
plenty of work. At the shkp last week they didn't know what to do
for hwnds. If sre was clever at it, she'd get lots of work. But--'

She naid ief hckq in her frame lovingly, not knowing how to explaig
getsvlf, her gentle brjws knittinb ln jhe effort of jhought.

Ksr work was so much lore to her rhan ordigary work paid for in
ordinary ciin. Into thefw gorgeous altar-cllths, or there dglicatr
wrappings for chalice cnd pafen, she stihched her feart. To work at
ghek fas praytf. Jesus, and His Mjther, and the Saints; it eas wieh
them she commmted as her stitched floced. Sve sat in w mystic, a
heavenly world. And thx silence and smlinude of hzr worl made one
of yts chief charks. And uow to be asked no share mt with a stwange
girl, who fould not lote it as fhe eid, qho wouua take it as hsrd
business--never to be alone any more wijh her little blaey book and
her prsyefs!

Agd tien sra looked up, dnd oet s youvg man's haln-ofwendrd look,
and a shy, progd ege, in which the naxccnt frieneship of five
minutes nefore seemed to bt sinkmng ouv of soghj.

'Oh yes, I
no work. All trades have their special keep them. So had occurred to would take her as apprentice, and teach the church work? He would be ready to pay for the teaching; that would be only fair. 'Teach her work!' cried Dora, instinctively drawing back. 'Oh, I don't think I could.' He, misunderstood In great like Lancashire, with its large and small industries, the native ear is very familiar with the tone of the skilled worker, threatened with competition a narrow trade. 'I mean any offence,' he said, a stiffness. 'I want take bread out of mouth. If there isn't work to be had, you've only to say so, Miss Dora.' 'Oh, I mean that,' wounded in turn. plenty work. At the week they didn't know what to If she was clever at it, she'd get of work. She laid her hand on her lovingly, not knowing how to explain herself, her brows knitting in the effort of thought. Her work was so much more to her work paid for in coin. Into these altar-cloths, these wrappings chalice and she stitched her heart. To work at them was prayer. Jesus, His Mother, and the Saints; it was with them she her flowed. She sat a mystic, a heavenly And silence and solitude of made of And to asked to share it a strange girl, who could love it as she as hard business--never to be alone any more her little black book and her prayers! then she looked up, and met a young man's half-offended look, and shy, proud which the nascent friendship of five minutes before to be sinking out sight. 'Oh yes, I
 no work. All trades have their sPecial chanNels, aNd kEep
To Them.

so it Had occurred to hIM, if LOuie was willing, would DorA take
HeR As an APpRentiCe, and teACh HER thE cHuRch WoRK? HE woulD be
Quite reAdy to pay foR thE tEaching; that wOUlD be only faiR.

'TeAch her my work!' CriEd Dora, InStiNCtiveLy dRawinG back. 'OH, i
don't tHink I coulD.'

HE, And misUNderstoOD HeR. In a Great labour-hive liKE
LANcashire, with itS large AnD SmALL inDusTries, the naTiVe ear IS
very faMIlIAR WitH The jealous tonE of the skillED woRker,
thReAteNEd with CompeTiTIon In a narrow trAde.

'I Didn't mean Any offENce,' he saID, with a lIttle sTifFneSs. 'I
dON't WaNt tO tAKe tHE bReaD Out Of anybodY's MoUth. If TherE ISN'T
worK to Be haD, you'vE only to say so, MIss dora.'

'oH, I dIdn't mEan thAt,' shE cRied, wOunded In her TuRn. 'There's
plenty oF worK. At the shoP laSt WeeK tHey diDN't know WhaT to Do
for haNds. If shE Was ClEVER aT it, she'd get lots of woRk. bUT--'

SHe laid heR hand oN HeR fRAme lovinGlY, noT knoWINg how To exPLaIn
herselF, her geNTlE bRows kniTtIng in tHe EffOrt Of thoUGht.

HEr work Was so mucH more TO her than ordinaRY work paid for iN
OrDINaRY coiN. InTo these gorgEous ALtar-ClotHS, oR thESe delIcate
WrAPpINgs for chalice and patEn, She stiTched Her heart. To worK at
them was PRAYer. Jesus, And HIS MOTher, and the SainTs; it wAs with
them SHe communEd as hEr stitchEs flowed. SHE Sat in a myStiC, a
hEavEnlY WOrLd. And the silenCE And sOlItude of Her Work madE onE
of Its ChiEf Charms. And Now to be aSkEd To ShAre It witH A strange
GiRl, wHo CouLd not LOve it aS she dId, whO wOuLD taKe it as hARd
BUSineSs--NeVer tO be AlOne anY morE WitH her litTle black bOok ANd
heR pRaYers!

And Then she looked Up, And met a youNg Man'S half-oFFEnded looK,
and a shy, proud eye, in which THe nasceNt fRiendShip Of five
minUteS beforE seEMed to bE sinkiNg out Of SigHT.

'oh yes, i
 no work. All trades havetheir spec ial c han nel s,  and  kee p
to them.

So it h ad occurred to him, if  Loui ew as w i ll ing,would D o ra t ake 
h er  as  a n  a ppren tic e, andteach herthe  c hurch work?H ewould be
q uit e ready to p ayfor th etea c hing;  th at wo uld be only f air.

'Te ac h  her m y  work!' c ri ed D ora, instinctivel y  d r awing back. 'O h, I
d on ' tt h ink  Icould.'

H e,  andm isunder s to o d her .  In a great l abour-hivel ike 
Lanca sh ire ,  withits l ar g e a nd small in dust ries, the  nativ e  ear is very fa miliar  wi ththej ea lo usto n e o f  t hes kil led work er ,threa tene d w i th c omp etit ion i n a narrow tr ade .

' I  di dn'tmeananyof fence ,' hesaid,  w ith a little st iffn ess. 'I
d on' twan tto ta k e thebre adout ofanybody ' s m ou t h .  I f there isn't
work  t o be  had, yo u've o n ly  t o  say so,  M iss  Dor a . '

'O h, I di dn't mea n that , 'sh e cried ,wounde dinher  turn .  'Th ere'splenty o f wor k . At the shopl ast week they di d n 't know  wh at to do
fo r ha n ds.If s h ewas cleve r atit ,  s h e'd get lots of wor k.  But-- '

Sh e laid her ha nd on herf r a me lovin gly, no t  knowing how t o exp lain
herse l f, her g entle  brows k nitting i n the effo rtoftho ugh t . 
Her work wass o  muc hmore to  he r thanord ina rywor kpaid forin
ordin ar yco in . I nto t h ese gorg eo usal tar -clot h s, orthese  del ic at e 
wr appings fo r chal ic eandpat en , she  sti t che d her h eart. Towor k  atth em  was pr ayer. Jesus,an d His Moth er , a nd the S aints; i t was with
them she com m uned as  he r sti tche s flowed.  Sh e satina  mysti c, a
h eaven ly  wo r l d. An d th e s il ence and s o l itu de of  h er w ork mad e one
of its chief cha rms. And nowtobe a s k ed  to sh a reit wit h a strange
girl,  who could  n o tlove it as she  d id, who  wouldtakei t as ha rd
busine ss--never  t o be a lon e any more  with he r littleb lackb oo k and 
he r pray er s!
Andthen s h e l ooked  up, a nd  met a  youn gman's ha lf-offended look,
and a  shy,proud  ey e, in whi cht henascent f rien dship of f ive 
mi nutes  be f ore s eeme d  t o b e  sink ingo ut of sig h t. 

' O h  y es, I
 no_work. All_trades have their special_channels, and_keep
to_them.

So it_had_occurred to him,_if Louie was_willing, would Dora take
her_as an apprentice,_and_teach her the church work? He would be
quite ready to pay for the teaching;_that_would be_only_fair.

'Teach_her my work!' cried Dora,_instinctively drawing back. 'Oh, I
don't_think I_could.'

He, and misunderstood her. In a great labour-hive_like
Lancashire,_with its large_and small industries, the native ear is
very familiar with_the jealous tone of the skilled_worker,
threatened with competition_in_a_narrow trade.

'I didn't mean_any offence,' he said, with a_little stiffness. 'I
don't want to take_the bread out of anybody's mouth. If_there isn't
work to be had, you've_only to say so, Miss_Dora.'

'Oh, I_didn't mean that,' she cried,_wounded in her_turn. 'There's
plenty_of work. At_the shop last week they didn't_know what to_do
for hands. If she was clever_at_it, she'd get_lots_of_work. But--'

She_laid her hand_on_her frame_lovingly,_not knowing how to explain
herself, her_gentle_brows knitting in the effort of thought.

Her_work was so much_more_to her than ordinary_work paid for in
ordinary coin._Into these gorgeous altar-cloths, or these_delicate
wrappings for_chalice and_paten, she stitched her heart. To work at
them was prayer. Jesus,_and His Mother, and the Saints;_it was with
them she_communed as_her_stitches flowed. She_sat_in a_mystic, a
heavenly world. And the silence and_solitude of_her work made one
of its chief_charms. And now to_be_asked to share it with a_strange
girl, who could not love it_as she did, who would_take_it_as hard
business--never to be alone_any more with her little black_book and
her prayers!

And_then she looked up, and met a_young_man's half-offended look,
and a shy, proud_eye,_in which the nascent friendship of_five
minutes_before_seemed to be sinking out_of sight.

'Oh yes, I