I want work--oh! so terribly.

If you only knew--" "Sit down, my dear;" for Hilary was rambling much, her voice breaking, and her eyes filling, in spite of all her self-command.
Miss Balquidder--who seemed accustomed to wait upon herself--went out of the room, and returned with cake and glasses; then she took the wine from the side-board, poured some oat for herself and Hilary, and began to talk.
"It is nearly my luncheon-time, and I am a great friend to regular eating and drinking.

I never let any thing interfere with my own meals, or other folks' either, if I can help it.

I would as soon expect that fire to keep itself up without coals, as my mind to go on working if I don't look after my body.

You understand?
You seem to have good health, Miss Leaf.