It wouldn't be true to say I'm happy. You see," she dropped her
voice a little, "they want to make me religious, and I've had so
much of that with father already. I feel as though they were
pressing me into it somehow, and that I should wake up one morning
and find I should never escape again. There's so much goes on that I
don't understand. And it isn't only the chapel. Aunt Anne's very
quiet, but she makes you feel quite helpless sometimes. And perhaps
one will get more and more helpless the longer one stays. I don't
want to be helpless ever--nor religious!" she ended.
"Why, that's just my position," he continued eagerly. "I came home
as happily as anything. I'd almost forgotten all that had been when
I was a boy, how I was baptized and thought I belonged to God and
was so proud and stuck up. That all seems nonsense when you're
roughing it with other men who think about nothing but the day's
work. Then I came home meaning to settle down. I wanted to see my
governor too. I've always cared for him more than any one else in
the world . . . but I tell you now I simply don't know what's going
on at home.
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