The shareholders in the Native Youth were so anxious to cut the stone that they were putting in long shifts.

There were traces of tears about Mrs.Hardy's eyes, and her expression of deep sorrow alarmed her son.
'Why, what's wrong, mother ?' he asked quickly.

'Have you had bad news ?' 'No, Henry.

I have been with Christina Shine.' 'You.

You, mother ?' he cried, in surprise.