Nelly coloured, and muttered something in answer; and when Miss Powell came back she found her crying. It was some time before she could get at the cause of grief; but at last out it all came, and a great deal more,—ending with Nelly's old complaint, "There is no use in my ever trying to be anybody."
"Nelly," said Miss Powell, gravely, "I am afraid you have a great deal of false pride."
"I don't know what you mean, Miss Powell," said Nelly.
"Is there any thing wrong in gathering swill or feeding the cow?" asked Miss Powell.
"No, ma'am; it is to help granny."
"Then it is right, instead of wrong."
"Yes, ma'am. But if I could only help her in some other way."
"If you could work in the shop, as I do, for instance, you would not be ashamed of that, you think?"
"No, ma'am; I should be very silly to be ashamed of that. I should be proud of it."
Miss Powell smiled.