The weather was too poor to go out fishing that morning, but there was always work to be done. Anne was away to her first day as a maid - something Ben seemed even more nervous about than Anne herself -, Bram was at school, Will had been sent out to get supplies, and Ben sat in their home, making a new fishing line. The line had been tarred, the snoods cut, and now he was attaching the hooks to the snoods, moving the work as far away from his face as he could. He didn't have the eyes for this anymore. Still, he worked on steadily as as fast as his old eyes and sore fingers allowed him, quietly singing "Jesus, lover of my soul," to himself, and unaware of the approaching storm and potential encounter with a rolling pin.