"Not go? You are not well?" inquired Lois anxiously.
"I am quite well—too well!"
"But something is the matter?"
"Nothing new."
"Dear Mrs. Barclay, can I help you?"
"I do not think you can. I am tired, Lois!"
"Tired! O, that is spending so much time giving lessons to Madge and me! I am so sorry."
"It is nothing of the kind," said Mrs. Barclay, stretching out her hand to take one of Lois's, which she retained in her own. "If anything would take away this tired feeling, it is just that, Lois. Nothing refreshes me so much, or does me so much good."
"Then what tires you, dear Mrs. Barclay?"
Lois's face showed unaffected anxiety. Mrs. Barclay gave the hand she held a little squeeze.