But they haven't to work with their hands.' He became silent.

In his last words there was a little bitterness.
Thyrza glanced at him; he seemed to have forgotten her presence, and his face had the wonted look of trouble kept under.
Then Mrs.Grail returned.

She sat down near Thyrza, and, after a little more of her pleasant talk, said, turning to her son: 'Could you find something to read us.

Gilbert ?' He thought for a moment, then reached down a book of biographies, writing of a popular colour, not above Thyrza's understanding.

It contained a life of Sir Thomas More, or rather a pleasant story founded upon his life, with much about his daughter Margaret.
'Yes, that'll do nicely,' was Mrs.Grail's opinion.
He began with a word or two of explanation to Thyrza, then entered upon the narrative.