It was evident from the first words of Mr. Mudge that this lady was his helpmeet.
She was not a sister of charity; she was Drury Boldin's helpmeet.
Somewhere in Athens there must have been the helpmeet God had made for Socrates.
His highest term of praise of her was to speak of her as the helpmeet for him.
His honor was her honor, his rank was her rank, and she was his helpmeet.