“Cheer up, the worst is yet to come!”
But this did no good. It never did. If anything, it made the matter worse, as a rule, because it irritated Angelo. This made it a favorite with Luigi. By and by the widow said:
“Angelo, you are tired, you've overdone yourself; you go right to bed after dinner, and get a good nap and a rest, then you'll be all right.”
“Indeed, I would give anything if I could do that, madam.”
“And what's to hender, I'd like to know? Land, the room's yours to do what you please with! The idea that you can't do what you like with your own!”
“But, you see, there's one prime essential—an essential of the very first importance—which isn't my own.”
“What is that?”
“My body.”
The old ladies looked puzzled, and Aunt Betsy Hale said:
“Why bless your heart, how is that?”