Granny's face was one immense beam of admiration.
"I want to do something. It's too hard, Granny, that you should have to go out washing, and all that."
Hal's soft brown eyes were full of tender pity.
"Oh! I don't mind. I'm good for a many day's work yet, Hal."
"I hope some of us will get rich at last."
Florence sighed softly.
"I thought you were going to have a green-house," she said.
"I'm afraid I can't manage the green-house now, though I mean to try some day. And I noticed old Speckly clucking this morning."
"But we haven't any eggs," said Granny.