Catherine has plenty of strength,' cried Rose, and then was silent a moment.

'You know, Mr.Elsmere,' she went on at last, obeying some inward impulse--'or perhaps you don't know--that at home we are all Catherine's creatures.

She does exactly what she likes with us.
When my father died she was sixteen, Agnes was ten, I was eight.

We came here to live--we were not very rich, of course, and mamma wasn't strong.
Well, she did everything: she taught us--we have scarcely had any teacher but her since then; she did most of the housekeeping; and you can see for yourself what she does for the neighbors and poor folk.

She is never ill, she is never idle, she always knows her own mind.