"But that is not life, Mr. Winthrop."
"What is it?"
"It is the experience of one here and there — not of people in general."
"What do you take to be the experience of people in general?"
"Not mine, to be sure," said Elizabeth after a little thought, — "nor hers."
"Hers is a light shade of what rests upon many."
"Why Mr. Winthrop! do you think so?"
"Look at her," he said in a low voice; — "she has forgotten her empty basket in a sweet fig."
"But she must take it up again."
"She won't lessen her burden, but she will her power of forgetting."