he paused in his work.

"I'm getting ready for the service," he explained in reply to Nell's
question. "There was no one else willing to do it, so I undertook the
job."

"But I didn't hear about any service," Nell replied. "When will it be
held?"

"Next Sunday. A notice was posted on the store this morning by Simon
Stubbles. He got word from the Bishop, so I understand."

"Is the new clergyman coming?" Nell asked, now greatly interested.

"I can't say, miss. It may be the Bishop himself, for all I know. But
as this is Friday, there isn't much time to get things ready. I wonder
what the Bishop would say if he could have seen the church as it was
when I began work. It was certainly disgraceful."

"But who is to play the organ?" Nell enquired. "And the hymns should
be practised by those who are willing to come into the choir. Is any
one attending to that?"

"I am, miss. Si asked me if I would speak to you, and I was going to
your house on my way home. I hope you will play, for then I know
everything will be all right with the music. Just try the organ, and
play a few tunes. It is a long time since I have heard them, and it
will help me with my work."

"Not now," Nell smilingly replied. "I am going to dust the chancel and
the vestry; that is, if you will let me."

"Sure, sure, go ahead. You have as much right here as I have. We all
have the same privileges in the Father's House, for we are all His
children."

Joe had swept the chancel and vestry room, so Nell dusted them both
with great thoroughness. She was very happy at this work, just why she
could not explain. When she was through, she polished the brass Altar
vases, which were much tarnished. Then she went out of doors and
gathered an abundance of wild flowers, and going into the vestry she
arranged these artistically in the vases. Stepping back, she viewed
her handiwork.

"How will they do?" she asked, as Joe just then looked in at the door.
"Don't you think they will suit any one?"

"I should say so," was the enthusiastic reply. "Even the Bishop
himself couldn't find any fault with them."

When the flowers had been placed upon the Communion Table, and the last
book had been carefully dusted and arranged, Nell sat down at the
little organ and began to play. Joe came and sat down in one of the
choir seats at the left. Hymn after hymn Nell played, and when she at
last stopped, Joe stepped softly to her side.

"Won't you play on