There is the every-day routine of the house, the sick in the village, the sewing class, the Sunday afternoon reading in the small hospital at our mills, letters--no end of them.

How she has stood it so long, I cannot see." "But she seems to like it, sir," said John.

He couldn't understand that what was so plainly enjoyed could be hurtful.
"Yes, she likes it, but--well, she has a heavenly soul in an earthly body, and now at last the body is in revolt against overuse, or that at least is the way McGregor puts it.

I ought to have stopped it long ago." John was faintly amused at the idea of any one controlling Ann Penhallow where her despotic beliefs concerning duties were concerned.
The Squire was silent for a little while, and then said, "It has got to stop, John.

I have talked to McGregor and to her.