He rejoiced on his mother's account when their fortunes so suddenly and unexpectedly changed.

Toil was over.

Rest came and with it the improvement he desired.
It was hoped by her best friends that the bitter lesson which Dorothe had learned would prove effective, but it did not.

Women of her disposition never learn by experience, and she plunged once more into extravagance and folly.

The boy was old enough to realize his mother's weakness, yet his great love for her placed her above censure.