I and Willie can go and live at mother's for the summer months.

Do this! It would cost you so little, living alone, wouldn't it?
You would know that I was well cared for; mother would be willing to have me for a few months, and it's easy to explain that your health has failed, that you're obliged to go away for a time.' 'But why shouldn't you go with me, if we are to let this place ?' 'We shouldn't have enough money.

I want to free your mind from the burden whilst you are writing.

And what is before us if we go on in this way?
You don't think you will get much for what you're writing now, do you ?' Reardon shook his head.
'Then how can we live even till the end of the year?
Something must be done, you know.

If we get into poor lodgings, what hope is there that you'll be able to write anything good ?' 'But, Amy, I have no faith in my power of--' 'Oh, it would be different! A few days--a week or a fortnight of real holiday in this spring weather.