"He is working too hard." "I am not supposed to know what that means, sir." "What ?" said Mr.Haye.
"Working too hard." "Work!" said Mr.Haye.

"What do you know about work ?" "The personal experience of a life-time, sir," said Winthrop gravely.

"Not much of the theory, but a good deal of the practice." "I'll bear her witness of one thing," said Mr.Haye; "if she can't work herself, she can make work for other people." "You've got it, Lizzie," said her cousin, clapping her hands.
"I don't take it," said Elizabeth.

"For whom do I make work, father ?" "For me, or whoever has the care of you." Elizabeth's cheek burned now, and her eye too, with a fire which she strove to keep under.
"It's not fair!" she exclaimed.

"If I make work for you, I am sure it is work that nobody takes up." "That's true," said her father laughing, -- "it would be too much trouble to pretend to take it all up." "Then you shouldn't _bring_ it up!" said Elizabeth, trembling.
"It's nothing very bad to bring up," said her father.