The average girl at home can find no more sanitary gymnastics than in doing part of the lighter housework.

This sort of exercise has object, and interest, and use, which raises it above mere drill.

Add to this a merry romp with younger brothers and sisters, a brisk daily walk, the use for a few moments twice a day of dumb bells in a cool, airy room, and it is safe to predict a steady advance toward that ideal state of being in which we forget our bodies and just enjoy ourselves.
"It is not work that kills men," says Beecher; "it is worry.

Work is healthy; you can hardly put more on a man than he can bear.

But worry is rust upon the blade.