human
You have not forgotten me, then! You are still nothing but a child, nothing but little Helen. And yet you are grown--and you look healthier and rounder, and a shade more womanly. You are not as handsome as Mittie, and yet where one stops to look at her, ten will turn to gaze on you.
gpt
Oh, no! Mittie is grown so beautiful no one could think of any one else when she is near.
human
The young man with the long black hair thinks her beautiful? Does he not?
gpt
I believe so. Who could help it?
human
Does she love you better than she used to?
gpt
I will try to deserve her love, replied Helen, evasively;
human
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.
gpt
May I, Miss Thusa, may I?