I am only conciliating this crusty old
wretch, who has us both in his power; then, you know, we may bring him
around after awhile," she said, carelessly.
"Oh, Helen! we _cannot_ serve two masters, even for a season; nor can
we handle pitch without becoming defiled. Believe me, this kind of
conciliation, as it is called, is fraught with evil," said May,
earnestly.
"You are right about the pitch, May. He is truly as disagreeable as
pitch; but, indeed, I will endeavor to handle him with gloves on," said
Helen, laughing; "and I _won't_ go to confession until I am ready."
"I alluded to my uncle's opinions and principles, for, Helen, he is an
unbeliever!" said May, sighing, as she turned away to go up to bed.
"Don't make any more scenes, little dear; really, you startle one
almost into spasms," continued the heartless and beautiful one. "I
have a very strong, high spirit, and a _will_; no iron or rock is
harder."
"Be warned, Helen! I have a will, too, and shall not cease to admonish
you--to warn you--to pray for you, until life ceases."
"Pshaw! you are a fanatic. Good night, my dear."
CHAPTER IX.
TRIALS.
When May awoke the next morning at her usual hour, she discovered, to
her great surprise, that Helen was up and dressed; but how occupied she
could not conceive, until rising, she saw her sitting beside her open
trunk, with a lighted candle on a chair near her, looking over various
ornaments and articles of dress which it contained.
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