She _was_ lonesome, an' no mistake.

Anybody'd be sorry for her, to see her mopin' 'round the house, nothin' to do.

Oh, she read, an' sewed with them bright-colored silks an' worsteds; but 'course there wasn't no real work for her to do.

There was good help in the kitchen, an' I took what care of your grandma was needed; an' she always gave her orders through me, so I practically run the house, an' there wasn't anything _there_ for her to do.
"An' so your ma just had to mope it out alone.

Oh, I don't mean your pa was unkind.