"I know all about its antiquities, mother. I wish I didn't."
"Christina, what is the matter with you to-day?"
"I am tired of living, mother."
"Robert, do you hear your sister?"
"Why are you tired of living, Christina?" asked Robert, not unkindly.
"We do not live, brother; that is the reason."
"What do you mean?"
"Life is variety. To us every day is the same, except the Sabbath, and that is the worst day of all. I don't blame you, brother, for a desperate effort to change your life. If I were a man I should run away."
"What do you mean by a desperate effort, Christina?"
"I mean marriage. Sometimes I feel that I would run away with any man that would marry me."