"What has changed that boy?" wondered Miss Stratton with grateful relief, as weeks passed and the paper still fell in plain sight. She did not know that as Harry carefully aimed his papers, the boy thought, "'Ye have done it unto me.'" AN HONEST DAY'S WORK. Willis walked down one of the city wharves. He was going to see his father, Mr. Sutherland, who was one of the men employed by the State Harbor Commissioners in repairing wharves. The piles that supported the wharves often needed renewing, being eaten by teredos. Sometimes the flooring of the wharves sagged and needed restoring to the former level. Willis liked to see the pile-driver with its big hammer. He marveled at the air-pumps with which sagging wharves were raised. Perhaps three air-pumps at a time would be stationed over as many "caps," as the twelve-inch timbers under the wharf's flooring were called. The pumps, being worked, would raise the caps and hold them until blocks could be shoved underneath. Then the pumps were worked some more, and other blocks put under, till the wharf was restored to the required level. Great screws such as are used in raising buildings were also employed under wharves sometimes. There were rocks under some wharves, and water was under others. Whichever it was, Willis' father often had to go under the wharves and climb around among the caps and stringers and piles, repairing. Seven or eight other men were employed like Mr. Sutherland. It was mid-forenoon, but Willis saw that three or four of the men were not working. They were idling around the engine of the pile-driver, and were eating something that Willis found to be cooked crabs. "Where's father?" asked Willis. "Under the wharf, working," answered one man. "He thinks the State's looking after him every minute." Willis saw some planks had been taken up in a distant part of the wharf's flooring. He went there and swung himself down under the wharf. There were rocks there, and Willis, following the sound of a hammer, came to his father. "That you, Willis?" asked his father pleasantly. "Pa," said the boy, "some of the other men are up there eating crabs. Why don't you go up and get some, too?" "It isn't lunch-time," returned Mr. Sutherland. "We're expected to work now." "Three or four of the men aren't working," said Willis. "No," rejoined his father. "Several of the men lately have taken to catching crabs sometimes during work-hours."