The same routine followed day after day, with slight variation; adding a little more work, and spicing the toil with "words that burn," and frequent blows on her head.

These were great annoyances to Frado, and had she known where her mother was, she would have gone at once to her.
She was often greatly wearied, and silently wept over her sad fate.

At first she wept aloud, which Mrs.Bellmont noticed by applying a raw-hide, always at hand in the kitchen.

It was a symptom of discontent and complaining which must be "nipped in the bud," she said.
Thus passed a year.

No intelligence of Mag.