The division of the entailed labor fell naturally. The engineering work demanded Winston's presence in the field. The office duties fell to Elijah. It was Winston who suggested to Elijah the necessity of a bookkeeper and that there was no one better fitted in every way than Helen Lonsdale. Winston had no doubts of Elijah's intentional integrity and he had great confidence in Helen Lonsdale's ability both in business and in looking out for herself. So she was installed as an essential feature of the company. She felt herself in a position of great and growing responsibility. Days slipped into weeks and weeks into months with the easy motion of well-organized work. Helen hardly surpassed Winston's expectations, but as he darted in and out of the office, full of his work, he felt no more than a passing sense of satisfaction at the readiness with which everything that he wanted came to his hands. Helen might have a personal pride in never being caught unprepared, but she never displayed the emotion. It was Winston himself who was first caught off his guard. He rushed into the office one afternoon with a look of annoyance, almost of disgust on his face. "I've made a mess, Helen. I want you to help me out." "Short of powder at No. 1?" Helen hardly looked up from her work. "Yes. How did you know?" "I ordered two tons from the magazine. It's on its way there now." "Good! But how did you know that I was short?" "From the reports. I thought you wouldn't be in, so I ordered it." "You are a jewel, Helen. I haven't had time to tell you so before, but I've known it all along." "Jewels are ornamental, not useful." "You are both." Helen glanced at the clock. "Office hours aren't over yet and the company isn't paying me to trade sugar plums." "All right. I'll see you off shift sometime." Elijah's work kept him much in the office and he was held to business quite as closely as was Winston. Helen showed her appreciation of his work by saying nothing, but doing everything that came to her hands. He longed to drink of the sparkling waters of his dreams, and with all that was in her, Helen was trying to convert these iridescent dreams into material facts. Elijah longed also to see Helen's eyes kindle, to hear her words of commendation; but she never spoke now of his idea. Thus it happened that one phase of his nature was hungered, the other fully satisfied.