"Just you and your mother, and not Mr. Sawyer?"
"He didn't come with us. I don't know that he is here." For a few moments they were silent. "I am so tired of everything," she said.
"Tired of yourself?"
"Yes, I am."
"Why don't you do something? Did you ever think of that?"
"What would be the use of thinking of it? There's nothing for me to do."
"There is something for everyone to do. Why don't you take up some line of study?"
"I hate study. I can't put my mind on it."
"But you could read good books."
"I do, but I get tired. I must have been petted too much."