My son, you shall not go on my account; and as for Ellen, she can go with some of our friends.

But, father, I do think that you need rest." "Very true," he admitted, "but unfortunately we can't drop a worry and run away from it." "But what is worrying you now ?" "_Everything_.

Nothing goes on as it should, and every day it seems that a new annoyance takes hold of me." "In your time you have advised many a man to be sensible," said Henry, "and now if you please, permit a man who has never been very sensible to advise you." Witherspoon looked at him.

"My advice is, be sensible." In a fretful resentment Witherspoon jerked his shoulder as if with muscular force he sought a befitting reply, but he said nothing and Henry continued: "This may be impudence on my part, but in impudence there may lie a good intention and a piece of advice that may not be bad.

The worry of a strong man is a sign of danger.