"Nothing. I'm sort o' tired. I don't see how folks stand it, to live a long life."
"But life has not been very hard to you, honey."
"It needn't be hard for that," Diana answered, with a kind of choke in her voice. "Perhaps the hardest of all would be to go on an unvarying jog-trot, and to know it would always be so all one's life."
"What makes life all of a sudden so tiresome to you, Di?"
"Something I haven't got, I suppose," said the girl drearily. "I have enough to eat and drink."
"You ain't as bright as you used to be a year ago."
"I have grown older, and have got more experience."
"If life is good for nothin' else, Di, it's good to make ready for what comes after."
"I don't believe that doctrine, mother," said Diana energetically. "Life is meant to be life, and not getting ready to live. 'Tisn't meant to be all brown and sawdusty here, that people may have it more fresh and pleasant by and by."
"No; but to drive them out o' this pasture, maybe. If the cows found always the grass long in the meadow, when do you think they'd go up the hill?"