\"Tohelpus,\"hereplied。Then,withanexplosionofnervousenergy,headded:\"Dowhatyourhearttellsyoutodo。Giveyourbedandyourclothestothewoman,andletyourgirlspitchtheirbookstothedevilforafewdaysandmakesomethingforthesepoorlittlecreaturestowear。ThepoorhaveworkedhardenoughtoclotheTHEM。Letthemtaketheirturnnowandclothethepoor。\"
\"No,no。Steady,master,\"saidtheman,steppingforwardtopropitiateMissWilson,andevidentlymuchoppressedbyasenseofunwelcomeness。\"Itain\'tanyfaultofthelady\'s。MightImakesoboldastoaskyoutoputthiswomanofmineanywherethatmaybeconvenientuntilmorning。Anysortofaplacewilldo;she\'saccustomedtoroughit。JusttohavearoofoverheruntilIfindaroominthevillagewherewecanshakedown。\"Here,ledbyhisownwordstocontemplatethefuture,helookeddesolatelyroundthecorniceofthehall,asifitwereashelfonwhichsomebodymighthaveleftasuitablelodgingforhim。
MissWilsonturnedherbackdecisivelyandcontemptuouslyonSmilash。Shehadrecoveredherself。\"Iwillkeepyourwifehere,\"
shesaidtotheman。\"Everycareshallbetakenofher。Thechildrencanstaytoo。\"
\"Threecheersformoralscience！\"criedSmilash,ecstaticallybreakingintotheoutrageousdialecthehadforgotteninhiswrath。\"Wotwasmywordstoyou,neighbor,whenIsaidweshouldbringyourmissustothecollege,andyousaid,ironical—like,\'Aye,andbloomin\'gladthey\'llbetoseeusthere。\'DidInotsaytoyouthattheladyhadanoble\'art,andwouldshowitwhenputtothetestbysechacalamityasthis？\"