"Mother, I can't bear to think of you; your life is too hard. We all haveour amusements, our rests, our changes; your work is never done; you areworn out, and get no time to read, no time for anything but drudgery."

"Don't say drudgery, my boy--work done for those we love _never_ isdrudgery. I'm so happy to have you all around me I never feel it."

"But, mother, you are not strong, and I don't see how you can hold out todo all you do."