"You are a lady.

I can't have you made a slave of, and your beautiful white hands spoiled." "I shall be happier, helping you, dear; and I won't spoil my hands, since you care about them." She insisted on a trial, and soon acquired a remarkable knack: she had a fine light hand: and it is an art easily learned by an attentive and careful woman.

Indeed they can beat the men at it, if they will only make up their minds.
And so the enterprise was launched, and conducted thus: in the day time, Henry showed himself in the town, and talked big about carving; and, in the afternoon, he rode out, and did the real work of his life, over the dead bodies of his ancestors.
His saddle-bags were always full, and, gradually, he collected some comforts about him in the deserted church.
He called, more than once, at "Woodbine Villa," but Miss Carden was on a visit.
He was in the full career of fortune again, and sanguine of success, before they met.

One day, having ascertained from Jael what day she would be at home, he called and was admitted.

The room was empty, but Miss Carden soon came into it, accompanied by Jael carrying the bust.
"Ah, Mr.Little," said she, before he could possibly utter a word, "this is fortunate.