We must be patient, and if our troubles are too heavy, we must console ourselves and think: God knows what good will come from it.

But we are forgetting the time, Cornelli.

You must hurry home to your dinner, now.

I am afraid it is already late." Cornelli's black frown had disappeared during Martha's soothing speech, but now a deep shadow flew across her face.
"Oh, Martha, if I only did not need to go home any more! I hate to go back and sit at table.

I would not mind dying of hunger, if I could only stay here with you." Cornelli, glancing at her home, drew together her brows as if she saw something frightful there.
"But, child, you must not say such things about your lovely home; it is wrong to do that," said Martha, kindly admonishing her.