The girl can't put up with the work room any longer.

It's ruining her health, for one thing, anybody can see that, and it's making her so discontented, she'll soon get reckless.

I understand your feeling well enough, but I understand her as well; at all events, I believe I do.

She wants a change; she's getting tired of her very life.' 'Very well,' cried the father in shrill irritation, 'why doesn't she take the change that's offered to her?
She's no need to go neither to workroom nor to bar.

There's a good home waiting for her, isn't there?
What's come to the girl?
She used to go on as if she liked you well enough.' 'A girl alters a deal between fifteen and seventeen,' Sidney replied, forcing himself to speak with an air of calmness, of impartiality.