“That will be the best way, much,” said Grace quietly, but her eye sparkled.

“I dare say there’s some lumber to be found in a great house like this?”

“Lumber? why, there’s a large garret devoted to it.  Jael, please take him to the lumber-room.”

Jael fixed her needle in her work, and laid it down gently on a table near her, then rose and led the way to the lumber-room.

In that invaluable repository Henry soon found two old knobs lying on the ground (a four-poster had been wrecked hard by) and a piece of deal plank jutting out of a mass of things.  He pulled hard at the plank; but it was long, and so jammed in by miscellaneous articles, that he could not get it clear.

Jael looked on demurely at his efforts for some time; then she suddenly seized the plank a little higher up.  “Now, pull,” said she, and gave a tug like a young elephant:  out came the plank directly, with a great rattle of dislocated lumber.

“Well, you are a strong one,” said Henry.

“Oh, one and one makes two, sir,” replied the vigorous damsel, modestly.

“That is true, but you threw your weight into it like a workman.  Now hand me that rusty old saw, and I’ll cut off as much as we want.”

While he was sawing off a piece of the plank, Jael stood and eyed him silently a while.  But presently her curiosity oozed out.  “If you please, sir, be you really a working man?”

“Why, what else should I be?” was the answer, given rather brusquely.

“A great many gentlefolks comes here as is no better dressed nor you be.”

“Dress is no rule.  Don’t you go and take me for a gentleman, or we sha’n’t agree.  Wait till I’m as arrogant, and empty, and lazy as they are.  I am a workman, and proud of it.”

“It’s naught to be ashamed on, that’s certain,” said Jael.  “I’ve carried many a sack of grain up into our granary, and made a few hundred-weight of cheese and butter, besides house-work and farm-work.  Bless your heart, I bayn’t idle when I be at home.”

“And pray where is your home?” asked Henry, looking up a moment, not that he cared one straw.

“If you please, sir, I do come from Cairnhope village.  I’m old Nat Dence’s daughter.  There’s two of us, and I’m the youngest.  Squire sent me in here, because miss said Hillsborough girls wasn’t altogether honest.  She is a dear kind young lady; but I do pine for home and the farm at times; and frets about the young calves:  they want so much looking after.  And sister, she’s a-courting, and can’t give her mind to ’em as should be.  I’ll carry the board for you, sir.”

“All right,” said Henry carelessly; but, as they went along, he thought to himself, “So a skilled workman passes for a gentleman with rustics:  fancy that!”

On their return to the drawing-room, Henry asked for a high wooden stool, or chair, and said it would be as well to pin some newspapers over the carpet.  A high stool was soon got from the kitchen, and Jael went promptly down on her knees, and crawled about, pinning the newspapers in a large square.