"I wanted to do what I could fer Tom.

I got the best I could.

Mr.Ward give me some money, and I spent it this way.

I thought I wouldn't mind going hungry, afterwards.
You don't suppose,"-- this with a sudden fear, as one who dreads to fall asleep lest a terrible dream may return,--"you don't suppose I'll forget these things you've been tellin' me, and think _that_ of Tom ?" "No," Helen answered, "not if you just say to yourself that I told you what Mr.Dean said was not true.

Never mind if you cannot remember the reasons I have given you,--I'll tell them all to you again; just try and forget what the elder said." "I will try," she said; and then wavering a little, "but the preacher, Mrs.Ward ?" "The preacher," Helen answered bravely, "will think this way, too, some day, I know." And then she made the same excuse for him which she had given Alfaretta, with the same pang of regret.
"Yes, ma'am," the woman said, "I see.