But here is the sun to make us all strong.

For my part, my chest has not been particularly wrong this winter, nor my cough too troublesome.

But the weight of the whole year heavy with various kinds of trouble, added to a trying winter, seems to have stamped out of me the vital fluid, and I am physically low, to a degree which makes me glad of renewed opportunities of getting the air; and I mean to do little but drive out for some time.
It does not answer to be mastered so.

For months I have done nothing but dream and read French and German romances; and the result (of learning a good deal of German) isn't the most useful thing in the world one can attain to.

Then, of course, I teach Peni for an hour or so.