It is too good to be true, anyway.

Don't you see how our bad luck has worked on me?
My hair is getting gray, and many nights I don't sleep at all.

I wish it was all over and we could rest.

I wish we could lie, down and just forget everything, and let it all be just a dream that is done and can't come back to trouble us any more.

I am so tired." "Ah, poor child, don't talk like that-cheer up--there's daylight ahead.
Don't give, up.