us where we can't help but sin?" said the woman.

"I think we _can_ help it," said Tom.

"You'll see," said Cassy; "what'll you do? Tomorrow they'll be at you
again. I know 'em; I've seen all their doings; I can't bear to think of
all they'll bring you to;--and they'll make you give out, at last!"

"Lord Jesus!" said Tom, "you _will_ take  of my ? O Lord,
do!--don't let me give out!"

"O dear!" said Cassy; "I've heard all this crying and praying before;
and yet, they've been broken down, and brought under. There's Emmeline,
she's trying to hold on, and you're trying,--but what use? You must give
up, or be killed by inches."

"Well, then, I _will_ die!" said Tom. "Spin it out as long as they can,
they can't help my dying, some time!--and, after that, they can't do
no more. I'