in no amiable mood, and to the greetings of his nieces condescended no
reply.

"It is colder this evening, Sir, is it not?" said May, flitting around
the tea-table.

"Yes."

"Shall I get your tea now, uncle?"

"Yes."

"Here it is, sir; it is very nice and hot; every thing is ready. Come,
Helen," said May, placing the chairs. They took their seats in silence.

"What's your name?" Mr. Stillinghast said abruptly, turning to Helen.

"Helen."

"Can you make bread?"

"No, sir," replied Helen, in trembling tones.

"_Learn_, d'ye hear?"

"Yes, sir."

"Can you sweep--make a shirt--wash--iron?" he burst out.

"No, sir," she said, trembling.