It makes me sick to go there.

I think of my poor mother lying with her red hands crossed out in the churchyard, and the boys so far away, and my father always hurrying and driving us I can tell you, Laura, the thing cuts both ways.

It isn't all the fault of the boys that they leave the country." Mrs.Wood was silent for a little while after she made this long speech, and Miss Laura said nothing.

I took a turn or two up and down the stable, thinking of many things.

No matter how happy human beings seem to be, they always have something to worry them.