I always think of that little poem, 'Lord Burleigh,'" she continued; "whenever I get worrying about myself.
Ever read it ?" "Yes," answered Joan.

"He was a landscape painter, wasn't he ?" "That's the one," said Mrs.Phillips.

"I little thought I was letting myself in for being the wife of a big pot when Bob Phillips came along in 'is miner's jacket." "You'll soon get used to it," Joan told her.

"The great thing is not to be afraid of one's fate, whatever it is; but just to do one's best." It was rather like talking to a child.
"You're the right sort to put 'eart into a body.

I'm glad I came up," said Mrs.Phillips.