“The young man with the long black hair thinks her beautiful? Does he not?”
“I believe so. Who could help it?”
“Does she love you better than she used to?” asked Miss Thusa.
“I will try to deserve her love,” replied Helen, evasively; “but, Miss Thusa, I am coming every day to take spinning lessons of you. I really want to learn to spin. Perhaps father may fail one of these days, and I be thrown on my own resources, and then I could earn my living as you do now. Will you bequeath me your wheel, Miss Thusa?”
The bright smile with which she looked up to Miss Thusa, died away in a kind of awe, as she met the solemn earnestness of her glance.
“Yes, yes, child, I have long intended it as a legacy of love to you. There is a history hanging to it, which I will tell you by and by. For more than forty years that wheel and I have been companions and friends, and it is so much a part of myself, that if any one should cut into the old carved wood, I verily believe the blood-drops would drip from my heart. Things will grow together, powerfully, Helen, after a long, long time. And so you want to learn to spin, child. Well! suppose you sit down and try. These little white fingers will soon be cut by the flax, though, I can tell you.”
“May I, Miss Thusa, may I?” cried Helen, seating herself with childish delight at the venerable instrument, and giving it a whirl that might have made the flax smoke. Miss Thusa looked on with a benevolent and patronizing air, while Helen pressed her foot upon the treadle, wondering why it would jerk so, when it went round with Miss Thusa so smoothly, and pulled out the flax at arm’s length, wondering why it would run into knots and bunches, when it glided so smooth and even through Miss Thusa’s practiced fingers. Helen was so busy, and so excited by the new employment, she did not perceive a shadow cross the window, nor was she aware of the approach of any one, till an unusually gay laugh made her turn her head.
“I thought Miss Thusa looked wonderfully rejuvenated,” said Arthur Hazleton, leaning against the window-frame on the outside of the building, “but methinks she is the more graceful spinner, after all.”
“This is only my first lesson,” cried Helen, jumping up, for the band had slipped from the groove, and hung in a hopeless tangle—“and I fear Miss Thusa will never be willing to give me another.”
“Ten thousand, child, if you will take them,” cried Miss Thusa, good-naturedly, repairing the mischief her pupil had done.