"Where have you been, Jane?" asked Mr. Harry.
"To Stilborough," she answered.
"You must have gone early."
"Yes, I went for wool"--indicating a brown-paper parcel in her hand.
"For wool!" he repeated, in a somewhat annoyed tone. "I have told you not to worry yourself with more of that needless work, Jane."
"And make my aunt more displeased than she is with me!" returned Jane sadly. "I must keep on with it as long as I can, while in her sight."
"Well, I think you must have enough to do without that," he answered, dropping the point. "How pale you are, Jane."
"I am tired. It is a long walk, there and back, without rest. I sat down on one of the shop stools while they weighed the wool, but it was not much rest."
"There again! I have told you the walk is too far. Why don't you attend to me, Jane?"
"I wish I could: but it is so difficult. You know what my aunt is."