Emily had, of course, begged to be allowed to give assistance, but her mother declared that there was nothing whatever she could do.
'Shut the door,' she said, 'and then you won't hear the scrubbing so plainly.

I can understand that it annoys you; I used to have the same feeling, but I've accustomed myself.

You might play something; it would keep away your thoughts.' 'But I don't want to keep away my thoughts,' exclaimed Emily, with a laugh.

'I want to help you so that you will have done the sooner.' 'No, no, my dear; you are not used to it.

You'll tell me when you'd like something to eat if you get faint.' 'I am not likely to grow faint, mother, if I do nothing.' 'Well, well; I have a sinking feeling now and then, I thought you might be the same.' Just when his dinner in the oven had had time to grow crusty, Mr.Hood arrived.