for Henry, and
a back one, which Nancy took for granted would be hers, and had,
accordingly, put all her things in it.

Everything was soon nicely arranged, and but little had to be bought.
Mrs. Cameron sent a great many things from her house that, she said,
were superfluous, causing much extra trouble to keep in order. This,
Helen knew, was only intended to lessen the sense of obligation.
Naturally active in her habits, she soon made the little place
comfortable, and while she thought how different it was, to what she
had been used to, she also remembered how much better it was, far
better than she could expect under existing circumstances.

Her next consideration was the possibility of getting something to do
for their support before their little money was expended. She
consulted with Mrs. Cameron, as to the probability of obtaining
needlework, at which she was very expert; though she feared the
confinement might injure her health, of which, it behoved, her to take
especial care, for the sake of little Fanny and Henry. However, if any
could be obtained, at once, she resolved to take it, till she could
fix on something else; and early the next day Mrs. Cameron called to
say, Mrs. Sherman, the Doctor's wife, would have some ready, if Miss
Willoughby would call at three in the afternoon. Helen's pride rose,
and her heart beat high; was she to go for it herself? She, for the
moment, revolted at the idea; but principle soon came to her aid, and
she accused herself of want of moral courage.

"What!" said she to Mrs. Cameron, "has it pleased God to place me in a
position, at which I dare to murmur? oh, my dear friend, what would my
beloved mother say, could she witness my foolish struggle between
principle and pride. Were it not for my good, should I be called on to
do it?"

"No, my dear girl; and that Being who sees principle triumph, will
reward it. Go then, my child; you see and feel what you ought to do,
therefore, act up to it. It is only when the right path is rugged,
there is any merit in walking in it."

"You are right, my excellent friend; may God direct this rebellious
heart of mine. Oh, how unlike am I to that dear departed one,
who,----" here she burst into tears. Mrs. Cameron now rose to go, and
Helen promised to call after she had been to Mrs. Sherman's.

In the afternoon, she dressed herself to go for the work. Her deep
mourning added, if possible, to her lady-like appearance. When in
health, she was e