The youngest you may be able to keep with you.

The oldest can support himself at something or other." The pale cheek of Mrs.Mayberry grew paler at this proposition.

She half-sobbed, caught her breath, and looked her adviser with a strange bewildered stare in the face.
"Oh, no! I cannot do that! I cannot be separated from my dear little children.

Who will care for them like a mother ?" "It is hard, I know, Mrs.Mayberry.But necessity is a stern ruler.
You cannot keep them with you--that is certain.

You have not the strength to provide them with even the coarsest food.