But after a time I gets more used to the pain, and don't feel it.

The mornin's always the worst." She was passing on, but Beth stopped her.
"Come into my room," she said, and led the way.
Martha Phibbs followed reluctantly.

Miss Jane might already be awake and demanding her services, and she could not imagine what the young lady wanted her for.
But she entered the room, and Beth went to a box and brought out a bottle of lotion.
"Mother has the same trouble that you complain of," she said, practically, "and here is a remedy that always gives her relief.

I brought it with me in case I should take long tramps, and get sore feet." She gently pushed the old woman into a chair, and then, to Phibbs' utter amazement, knelt down and unfastened her shoes and drew off her stockings.

A moment later she was rubbing the lotion upon the poor creature's swollen feet, paying no attention to Martha's horrified protests.
"There.