Why you are made for it!" "Harry," answered Mrs.Murray, in surprise, "that was my work, given me to do.

Could I refuse it?
And besides after all, fun, as you say, passes; music stops; books get done with; but those other things, the things that Ranald and I have seen, will go on long after my poor body is laid away." "But still you must get tired," persisted Harry.
"Yes, I get tired," she replied, quietly.

At the little touch of weariness in the voice, Kate, who was looking at the beautiful face, so spiritual, and getting, oh, so frail, felt a sudden rush of tears in her eyes.

But there was no self-pity in that heroic soul.

"Yes, I get tired," she repeated, "but, Harry, what does that matter?
We do our work and then we will rest.