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"I am not sure; but I am sure she believes they are." Then she told her what she knew of Amy. Miss Dasomma fell a thinking. "Could I see her?" she said at length. "Surely; any time," replied Hester, "now that Corney is so much better." Miss Dasomma called, and was so charmed with Amy that she proposed to Hester she should stay with her.
Hester had doubtless heard and accepted the commonplaces so common concerning the dignity and duty of labor as if labor mere were anything irrespective of its character, its object and end! but without Miss Dasomma she would not have learned that Labor is grand officer in the palace of Art; that at the root of all ease lies slow, and, for long, profitless-seeming labor, as at the root of all grace lies strength; that ease is the lovely result of forgotten toil, sunk into the spirit, and making it strong and ready; that never worthy improvisation flowed from brain of poet or musician unused to perfect his work with honest labor; that the very disappearance of toil is by the immolating hand of toil itself.
He only who bears his own burden can bear the burden of another; he only who has labored shall dwell at ease, or help others from the mire to the rock. Miss Dasomma was ready to begin at once, and Hester gradually increased her hours of practice, till her mother interfered lest she should injure her health.
He felt certain the disfigurement of Corney would distress Mark too much, and retard the possible recovery of which he was already in great doubt. Miss Dasomma was quite as much pleased with Amy as she had expected to be, and that was not a little. She found her very ignorant in the regions of what is commonly called education, but very quick in understanding where human relation came in.
They can't know how to treat him or he would love them more, and would not have been afraid to let them know he was marrying a poor girl. Miss Dasomma, what have you got against him? I have no fear you will tell me anything but the truth!" "Of course not!" returned Miss Dasomma, offended, but repressing all show of her feeling. "Why then will you not trust me?"
"But," thought Miss Dasomma, "if this be his best, what may not his worst be?" That he had no small capacity for music was plain, but if, as she judged, the faculty was unassociated in him with truth of nature, that was so much to the other side of his account, inasmuch as it rendered him the more dangerous.
He had been very ill with the small-pox, and she must take him home; but what to do with his wife until she had broken the matter to them, she did not know. She knew her father would be very angry, and until he should have got over it a little she dared not have her home: in a word she was at her wits' end. "One question, excuse me if I ask," said Miss Dasomma: "are they married?"
She would see who would keep them asunder now she had made up her mind! She had money of her own and there were the trinkets Corney had given her! They must be valuable, for Corney hated sham things! She would walk her way, work her way, or beg her way, if necessary, but nothing should keep her from Corney! Not a word more concerning their difference passed between her and Miss Dasomma.
Miss Dasomma said nothing more. Perhaps she was going to escape without further questioning! and though not a little anxious as to what the letter might contain to have put the poor girl in such a state, she would not risk the asking of a single question more.
"I may be young and silly, but I know what a wife owes to her husband; and a wife who cares for nothing but her husband can do more for him than anybody else can. Know all about it I will! It is my business!" Miss Dasomma was dumb. She had waked a small but active volcano at her feet, which, though without design against vineyards and villages, would go to its ends regardless of them!
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