Nothing amuses me.

How can it, when there is nothing behind it?
You can't live on amusement.

It is the froth on water an inch deep, and then the mud!" "I declare, misery makes a poetess of you! But as to the mud, I don't mind a little mud.

It is only dirt, and has its part in the inevitable peck, I hope." "_I_ don't mind mud so long as you can keep out of it.

But when one is over head and ears in it, I should like to know what life is worth," said Hesper, heedless that the mud was of her own making.