All men
are not alike, howsever, child; and it takes time, as I know by
experience, to give a man a true wilderness heart."
"Have I got a wilderness heart, father- and Hurry, is his heart
true wilderness?"
"You sometimes ask queer questions, Hetty! Your heart is good,
child, and fitter for the settlements than for the woods; while
your reason is fitter for the woods than for the settlements."
"Why has Judith more reason than I, father?"
"Heaven help thee, child: this is more than I can answer. God
gives sense, and appearance, and all these things; and he grants
them as he seeth fit. Dost thou wish for more sense?"
"Not I. The little I have troubles me; for when I think the hardest,
then I feel the unhappiest. I don't believe thinking is good for
me, though I do wish I was as handsome as Judith!"
"Why so, poor child? Thy sister's beauty may cause her trouble,
as it caused her mother before her. It's no advantage, Hetty, to
be so marked for anything as to become an object of envy, or to be
sought after more than others."
"Mother was good, if she was handsome," returned the girl, the
tears starting to her eyes, as usually happened when she adverted
to her deceased parent.
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