"That's what the bits of crape are for, mum, it's a way we have with us. What complaint? Well, I only have my ideas, and thinks that if you run a hoss too hard he's soon wore out, and I fancy as men can be run too hard as well. It seems to me as Natur' never meant men to keep on day after day all them hours at a stretch; and though it ain't like hard labour, yet you're at it all the time; and, besides, what were Sundays made for if not for a rest? Seems to me, mum, that if a day of rest hadn't been wanted, Sunday would have been left out altogether, and we should have gone right on from Saturday to Monday at once. "P'raps 'tain't for me to complain; but I have my own ideas about poor Sam." CHAPTER THIRTEEN. HAVING PATIENCE. Much living in London and the constant unvarying round of life does tell upon the constitution as in the case of the poor driver, and I was feeling heavy and sad beyond my wont in a way that excited the notice of my friends. The Hendricks were the first to speak about it, and with affectionate solicitude Mr Hendrick begged that I would listen to his advice. "You know how bad I was," he said, "and what the country did for me. Go and spend a month or two by the seaside." "And what is to become of my London friends and my poor?" I said. "What is to become of your London friends and your poor," he said quickly, "if you droop from over work, take to your bed, and die. Come, take my advice. Why, Hetty," he said, "how would it be if she went and stayed with the Ross's in Cornwall?" "Cornwall?" I exclaimed, "so far away?" "So far away," he said laughing, "why no part of England's far away now. You can start from Paddington at mid-day and be there the same night. Besides, John Ross is a medical man and a sensible fellow. He is a dear friend of mine, and I'll be bound to say he and his wife and the Cornish air will send you back better than ever." "Are--are they very grand people," I faltered. "Grand? no. They've a nice place and garden and are doing well, but they've known what it was to struggle, and are simplicity itself. I know them as well almost as I know myself. We went down and stayed with them when we were married and very welcome the sum we paid for board and lodging was to them then. They kept nothing from us and I remember well the poor fellow's struggles and despair. "`Don't take on about it darling don't, pray,' little Mrs Ross would whisper. `Have patience and all will be well,' and she'd leave her untouched breakfast and kneel at her husband's feet so that she could lay her hands upon his breast and let her blue eyes look up appealingly in his. "`How can I be patient?' he exclaimed angrily, and frowning as he spoke. But his anger was not such but that he could caressingly rest one hand upon the soft wavy hair, and draw the loving head closer to his bosom. `But there; go and sit down: it's eleven now, and we shall never have done breakfast. Give me another cup of tea.'