"Mother, why do you sew and sew?"
"To make my little boy blue sailor suits and my little girl white frocks, and to stop the holes."
"Do you like to sew, Mother?"
"I don't mind it."
"But doesn't it make you tired, Mother?"
"Oh, now and then."
"But I should think you'd rest sometimes, Mother."
"Should you, dear?"
"Yes, I would. Oh, I'd sew a little—just enough—and then I'd play."
"But Mother does sew just enough, and it takes all day, my dear. What do you say to that?"