"To help along," said Lois. "You know, we have not much to live on here at home. I should make one less here, and I should be earning a little besides."
"Very little, Lois!"
"Very little will do."
"But you do a great deal now towards the family support. What will become of your garden?"
"Uncle Tim can take care of that. Besides, Mrs. Barclay, even if I could stay at home, I think I ought not. I ought to be doing something—be of some use in the world. I am not needed here, now dear grandmother is gone; and there must be some other place where I am needed."
"My dear, somebody will want you to keep house for him, some of these days."
Lois shook her head. "I do not think of it," she said. "I do not think it is very likely; that is, anybody I should want. But if it were true," she added, looking up and smiling, "that has nothing to do with present duty."
"My dear, I cannot bear to think of your going into such drudgery!"
"Drudgery?" said Lois. "I do not know,—perhaps I should not find it so. But I may as well do it as somebody else."
"You are fit for something better."