By the time the washerwoman came in, my interest in her was alive again.
"Sit down," said I, to the tired-looking creature who sank into a chair, evidently much wearied.
"It's hard work, Mrs.Partridge," said I.
"Yes, ma'am, it is rather hard.

But I am thankful for health and strength to enable me to go through with it.

I know some poor women who have to work as hard as I do, and yet do not know what it is to feel well for an hour at a time." "Poor creatures!" said I."It is very hard! How in the world can they do it ?" "We can do a great deal, ma'am, when it comes the pinch; and it is much pleasanter to do, I find, than to think about it.

If I were to think much I should give up in despair.

But I pray the Lord each morning to give me my daily bread, and thus far he has done it, and will, I am sure, continue to do it to the end." "Happy it is for you that you can so think and feel," I replied.