Why don't you try and help this beautiful plan, instead of
hindering it?" Then, with a quick change of tone, "Well, good-night,
daughter; remember the first meeting of our circle next Thursday: I
shall depend upon you!" and she hurried in, not giving time for another
word.
CHAPTER XII.
NEW FORTUNES.
Sara went home with slow steps, and a questioning heart.
"Am I cold and proud?" she thought. "Is it wrong to be indifferent to
these petty things about me, and to love books better than people? Do I
look for defects rather than virtues, I wonder? Oh, dear; how much
harder it is to _be_ right than to _do right in this hard
world!"
She opened the cottage door, and saw a sight that drove away all other
thoughts; for there sat Uncle Jabez Wanamead in close conversation with
Morton, while Molly, open-mouthed, was holding baby, and drinking in
every word. It was a great shock to Sara; for having returned to the
battle with her brother, fresh-armed with authority, after Glendenning's
departure, she had made such an impression upon him that she supposed he
had entirely given up his dream of being a fisherman, and was now only
thinking of a flitting to Boston. But, evidently, from his flushed,
interested face at present all her labor was in vain.
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