Sally stood and watched her laborious efforts with a smile of gentle amusement.
"Let me do it for you," she said at last--"those stitches 'll never hold." In her mood she was willing--anxious to do anything for any one.

She felt no fatigue from her day's work.

In the everlasting routine, it is the mind that makes the body tired.

Her mind was lifted above the ordinary susceptibility to exhaustion.
Janet stuck her needle into the material on her knee, and looked up searchingly.
"What's the matter with you to-night ?" she asked.
"Nothing's the matter.

Why ?" "You're so officiously agreeable." Sally laughed.
"You wanted to help Mrs.Hewson to make that mincemeat," Janet continued; "now you want to help me; and you were the soul of good-nature to Mr.Arthur.