human
We shall hear from him to-morrow. He will come to-morrow.
gpt
He will come to-morrow. He will write to-morrow.
human
Helen sometimes playfully asked her to tell her the history of the wheel so long promised, but she put her off with a shake of the head, saying--
gpt
But when is the right time, Miss Thusa? asked Helen.
human
I begin to think it is to-morrow.
gpt
To-morrow never comes, replied Miss Thusa, solemnly,
human
Oh! Miss Thusa, said Helen,
gpt
I never want to hear any thing about it, if its history is to be bought so dear--indeed I do not.
human
Only if you should marry, child, before I die, continued Miss Thusa, musingly,
gpt
It will be a long time before I shall think of marrying, Miss Thusa, answered Helen, laughing.
human
I believe I will live as you do, in a cottage of my own, with my wheel for companion and familiar friend.
gpt
It is not such as you that are born to live alone, said the spinster, passing her hand lovingly over Helen's fair, warm cheek.
human
You are a love-vine that must have something to grow upon. No, no--don't talk in that way. It don't sound natural. It don't come from the heart. Now _I_ was made to be by myself. I never saw the man I wanted to live one day with--much less all the days of my life. They may say this is sour grapes, and call me an old maid, but I don't care for that; I must have my own way, and I know it is a strange one; and there never was a man created that didn't want to have his. You laugh, child. I hope you will never find it out to your cost. But you havn't any will of your own; so it will be all as it should be, after all.
gpt
Oh, yes I have, Miss Thusa; I like to have my own way as well as any one--when I think I am right.
human
What makes your cheeks redden so, and your heart flutter like a bird caught in a snare? cried the spinster, looking thoughtfully, almost sorrowfully, into Helen's soft, loving, hazel eyes.