"Two quarts, and more."
"And cherries to preserve to-morrow. Lois, I get tired once in a while!"
"O, so do I; but I always get rested again."
"I don't mean that. I mean it is all work, work; day in and day out, and from one year's end to another. There is no let up to it. I get tired of that."
"What would you have?"
"I'd like a little play."
"Yes, but in a certain sense I think it is all play."
"In a nonsensical sense," said Madge. "How can work be play?"
"That's according to how you look at it," Lois returned cheerfully. "If you take it as I think you can take it, it is much better than play."
"I wish you'd make me understand you," said Madge discontentedly. "If there is any meaning to your words, that is."