Nobody really cares for me.

I'm only a rough farm hand.

I know how to milk and scrub and churn and clean the stable--an' that's what I do day in and day out.

There's no change, no rest for me, save when he takes me away from it for a little while.

He understands, he's the only one who does." "But, Carlia!" "You," she continued in the same hard voice, "you're altogether too good and too wise for such as I.You're so high up that I can't touch you.
You live in the clouds, I among the clods.