This same woman was always crying for rest.

I never knew, before I saw her, that women could get just as abnormal in their efforts to rest as in their insistence upon overwork.

This little lady never rested when she went to rest; she would lie on the bed for hours in a state of strain about resting that was enough to tire any ordinarily healthy woman.

One friend used to tell her that she was an inebriate on resting.

It is perhaps needless to say that she was a nervous invalid, and in the process of gaining her health she had to be set to work and kept at work.