"Now, Andrew," said she, "there's no use in your taking it after such a fashion as this.

I told Ellen that it was all nonsense--that she could stay at home and rest this summer." "I guess, if she can't--" said Andrew.

He dropped his gray head into his hands, and began to sob dryly.

Fanny, after staring at him a moment, tossed her work onto the floor, went over to him, and drew his head to her shoulder.
"There, old man," said she, "ain't you ashamed of yourself?
I told her there was no need for her to worry at present.

Don't do so, Andrew; you've done the best you could, and I know it, if I stop to think, though I do seem sort of impatient sometimes.