But I do want to.

Will you help me, Mr.Halloway?
Will you really help me ?" She positively had tears shining in her eyes.
Mr.Halloway leaned forward and gently took her hand.

"Am I not here for that ?" he asked.

"Here purposely to help you and all who need me in any way?
Will it not be my greatest pleasure to do so, as well as my best and truest work?
You may be sure, Miss Phebe, I will do all I can for you, with God's help." "Rather damp for you to be sitting there without a shawl, isn't it, my child ?" It was only Mrs.Anthony's friendly voice, as that lady passed hurriedly by, intent on hospitable duties, but Phebe started guiltily.
What right had she to be out here with Mr.Halloway, keeping him from the other girls, when she ought, of course, to be in the parlors seeing that the old ladies got their ice-cream safely?
"I'll go right in," she said, rising hastily; but Mr.Halloway drew her hand through his arm to detain her.
"Why?
Because it is damp ?" "No; because I ought not to be selfish, ought to go back and help." "Ah," said he, "I am getting new lights every moment.

Then you don't go to parties just to enjoy yourself ?" She opened wide, serious eyes.