Suppose, for instance, that she should be at the barn.
I once suggested that a nurse should be procured, but at this she laughed.
"There is very little to do," she said, "and I really like to do it." "Yes," said I, "but you spend so much of your time in thinking how glad you will be to do that little, when it is to be done, that you can't give me any attention, at all." "Now you have no cause to say that," she exclaimed.

"You know very well--, there!" and away she ran.

It had just begun to cry! Naturally, I was getting tired of this.

I could never begin a sentence and feel sure that I would be allowed to finish it.

Nothing was important enough to delay attention to an infantile whimper.
Jonas, too, was in a state of unrest.