"The conductor stands firm on the roof, and shines through the clouds.

And now look there where the clouds are blackest, behind those bright green ash-trees." "I see the spot," returned she.
"Make up your mind," continued he, smiling, "always to have your beloved blue sky covered with gray smoke in that direction.

Above those trees will rise the factory chimney." "You mean to build ?" inquired the baroness, anxiously.
"I do," was the reply.

"The undertaking will involve much that will be disagreeable to you and me, and will require all my energies.

If I venture upon it, it is not for our own sake, but our children's.