She put a motherly arm about the slim body that leaned against her, looking up into the pale young face with eyes of kindly criticism.
"A little tired," said Jeanie.
"I shouldn't do that exercise to-night if I were you," said Mrs.Denys.
"You will find it easier in the morning.

Lie down on the sofa here and have a little rest till supper time!" "Oh no, I mustn't," said Jeanie.

"Father will never let any of us go to bed till the day's work is done." "But surely, when you're really tired--" began Mrs.Denys.
But Jeanie shook her head.

"No; thank you very much, I must do it.

Olive did hers long ago." "Where is Olive ?" asked Mrs.Denys.
"She's reading a story-book downstairs.