This world is a vale of tears, and a home of misery.

Folks may try and try to be happy, but that isn't what they're sent here for." "You never tried very hard, Aunt Rachel," said Jack.
"It's my fate to be misjudged," said his aunt, with the air of a martyr.
"I don't agree with you in your ideas about life, Rachel," said her brother.

"Just as there are more pleasant than stormy days, so I believe there is much more of brightness than shadow in this life of ours, if we would only see it." "I can't see it," said Rachel.
"It seems to me, Rachel, you take more pains to look at the clouds than the sun." "Yes," chimed in Jack, "I've noticed whenever Aunt Rachel takes up the newspaper, she always looks first at the deaths, and next at the fatal accidents and steamboat explosions." "If," retorted Rachel, with severe emphasis, "you should ever be on board a steamboat when it exploded, you wouldn't find much to laugh at." "Yes, I should," said Jack, "I should laugh--" "What!" exclaimed Rachel, horrified.
"On the other side of my mouth," concluded Jack.

"You didn't wait till I'd finished the sentence." "I don't think it proper to make light of such serious matters." "Nor I Aunt Rachel," said Jack, drawing down the corners of his mouth.
"I am willing to confess that this is a serious matter.

I should feel as they say the cow did, that was thrown three hundred feet up into the air." "How's that ?" inquired his mother.
"Rather discouraged," answered Jack.
All laughed except Aunt Rachel, who preserved the same severe composure, and continued to eat the pie upon her plate with the air of one gulping down medicine.
In the morning all felt more cheerful.
"Ida will be home to-night," said Mrs.Harding, brightly.