But from that time he had few moments of relaxation, except what the night gave him, or the quiet Sabbath.

All through the first day he was kept busy either in the house or shop, and, before night, had received two or three reprimands from Mrs.Sharp, administered in no very affectionate tones.
When night came, at last--it had seemed a very long day to him--and he was sent to bed alone, in the dark, he put off his clothes and laid himself down, unable, as he did so, to restrain the tears and sobs.

Poor child! How sadly and yearningly did his heart go back to the narrow apartment, every nook and corner of which were dear to him, because his mother's presence made all sunshine there! And bow earnestly did he long to be with her again! But he soon sank away to sleep, from which he did not awaken until the half angry voice of Mrs.Sharp chided him loudly for "lazying it away" in bed until after sunrise.

Quickly getting up and dressing himself, he went down and commenced upon a new day of toil.

First he had to bring in wood, then to grind the coffee, afterward to bring water from the pump, and then to scour the knives for breakfast.