5/17 She toiled without a pause, and accomplished about treble the result of my labours. After we had worked for a long time, she sat up, pressing her hand to her forehead. It's very odd; gardening never made me so before I went away." "You work so at it," said I, "you may well be tired. What makes you work so at things ?" "I don't know," said Eleanor, laughing. "Cook says I do foy at things so. |