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 Is it?.... Your sister’s done a lot for you.... And we’d all miss you, lassie. Just try, now, And keep content.” Thank Heaven! there came the yard. And which of us was gladder, I don’t know. I guess he’d said out everything he could— I’d not a word to say.

Oh, whiles I wish Andrew would grudge me food, or ’Lizabeth Scold me, or strike me! Ah, no, no! I don’t. Only....’twould make it easier—I’d go then, Sure as a shot! but Love’s the toughest tether!— What can I do? How am I to get out? If Jeanie were but older! If they’d build A creamery near!....Elizabeth might manage Alone, now? No, she mightn’t! ’twouldn’t be fair. Well, any way, Andrew needn’t mind—I work, I don’t scamp. And I’m sure I sing, and laugh, And play the fool, and play I’m happy: while.... Oh! they don’t understand. I want to go!

Where to? Oh, anywhere! And what to do? Anything, almost!—All the same, I wish I really knew....To tell the honest truth, I don’t exactly know what I do want. I only know I want it very badly! ....More, somehow, something that would give me more, And take more out of me. Why don’t we have Government Mind-Inspectors to sort out And grade us, each one to our proper use? Andrew? A farmer. Liz? A farmer’s wife.