eptor of the
academy, but with their pride unwounded, and it may have been with
wider outlooks upon the world and a less narrow sympathy both for their
own work in life and for their neighbors' work and hindrances. Even
Miss Harriet Pyne herself had lost some of the unnecessary
provincialism and prejudice which had begun to harden a naturally good
and open mind and affectionate heart. She was conscious of feeling
younger and more free, and not so lonely. Nobody had ever been so gay,
so fascinating, or so kind as Helena, so full of social resource, so
simple and undemanding in her friendliness. The light of her young
life cast no shadow on either young or old companions, her pretty
clothes never seemed to make other girls look dull or out of fashion.
When she went away up the street in Miss Harriet's carriage to take the
slow train toward Boston and the gayeties of the new Profile House,
where her mother waited impatiently with a group of Southern friends,
it seemed as if there would never be any more picnics or parties in
Ashford, and as if society had nothing left to do but to grow old and
get ready for winter.
Martha came into Miss Helena's bedroom that last morning, and it was
easy to see that she had been crying; she looked just as she did in
that first sad week of homesickness and despair. All for love's sake
she had been learning to do many things, and to do them exactly right;
her eyes had grown quick to see the smallest chance for personal
service. Nobody could be more humble and devoted; she looked years
older than Helena, and wore already a touching air of caretaking.
"You spoil me, you dear Martha!" said Helena from the bed. "I don't
know what they will say at home, I am so spoiled."
Martha went on opening the blinds to let in the brightness of the
summer morning, but she did not speak.
"You are getting on splendidly, aren't you?" continued the little
mistress. "You have tried so hard that you make me ashamed of myself.
At first you crammed all the flowers together, and now you make them
look beautiful. Last night cousin Harriet was so pleased when the
table was so charming, and I told her that you did everything yourself,
every bit. Won't you keep the flowers fresh and pretty in the house
until I come back? It's so much pleasanter for Miss Pyne, and you 'll
feed my little sparrows, won't you? They're growing so tame."
"Oh, yes, Miss Helena!" and Martha looked almost angry for a moment
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