her work.

"When are you going to see Letty, Miss Marston?" resumed Helmer,
after a brief pause of angry feeling.

"Next Sunday evening probably."

"Take me with you."

"Take you with me! What are you dreaming of, Mr. Helmer?"

"I would give my bay mare for a good talk with Letty Lovel," he
returned.

Mary made no reply.

"You won't?" he said petulantly, after a vain pause of
expectation.

"Won't what?" rejoined Miss Marston, as if she could not believe
him in earnest.

"Take me with you on Sunday?"

"No," she answered quietly, but with sober decision.

"Where would be the harm?" pleaded the youth, in a tone mingled
of expostulation, entreaty, and mortification.

"One is not bound to do everything there would be no harm in