I s'll perhaps be rich with my painting." "Will you go to bed!" "And then you s'll have a pony-carriage.

See yourself--a little Queen Victoria trotting round." "I tell you to go to bed," she laughed.
He kissed her and went.

His plans for the future were always the same.
Mrs.Morel sat brooding--about her daughter, about Paul, about Arthur.
She fretted at losing Annie.

The family was very closely bound.

And she felt she MUST live now, to be with her children.