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That's very unlucky, that is; for I just happened to be on my rounds now, and goodness knows when I may be in these parts again.—Oh, how tired I am!

[Pointing to a chair.] Yes, you look tired.

I know one ought never to get tired of doing good to the poor little things that are hated and persecuted so cruelly. But it takes your strength out of you, it does.

Won't you sit down and rest a little?

I thank your ladyship with all my heart. [''Seats herself on a chair between the door and the sofa.''] I have been out all night at my work.

Have you indeed?

Yes, over on the islands. [''With a chuckling laugh.''] The people sent for me, I can assure you. They didn't like it a bit; but there was nothing else to be done. They had to put a good face on it, and bite the sour apple. [Looks at , and nods.] The sour apple, little master, the sour apple.