You have a good home here; can't you learn to like
it?"
"Out in the world people can do as they like and nobody thinks of calling them
wicked!" sobbed Hetty, flinging herself down, and putting her head in
Susanna's aproned lap. "Here you've got to live like an angel, and if you
don't, you've got to confess every wrong thought you've had, when the time
comes."
"Whatever you do, Hetty, be open and aboveboard; don't be hasty and foolish,
or you may be sorry forever afterwards."
Hetty's mood changed again suddenly to one of mutiny, and she rose to her
feet.
"You have n't got any right to interfere with me anyway, Susanna; and if you
think it's your duty to tell tales, you'll only make matters worse"; and so
saying she took her basket and fled across the fields like a hunted hare.
That evening, as Hetty left the infirmary, where she had been sent with a
bottle of liniment for the nursing Sisters, she came upon Nathan standing
gloomily under the spruce trees near the back of the building. It was eight
o'clock and quite dark. It had been raining during the late afternoon and the
trees were still dripping drearily. Hetty came upon Nathan so suddenly, that,
although he had been in her thoughts, she gave a frightened little cry when he
drew her peremptorily under the shadow of the branches.
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