'You know that I saw Clara last night? She told me she should
mention it to you.'
'Yes, yes. I was afraid she'd never have made up her mind to it. It
was the best way for you to see her alone first, poor girl! You
won't mind comin' to us now, like you used?'
'Did she tell you what she wished to speak to me about?'
'Why, no, she hasn't. Was there--anything particular?'
'She feels the time very heavy on her hands. It seems you don't like
the thought of her looking for employment?'
John rose from his chair and grasped the back of it.
'You ain't a-goin' to encourage her to leave us? It ain't that you
was talkin' about, Sidney?'
'Leave you? Why, where should she go?'
'No, no; it's all right; so long as you wasn't thinkin' of her goin'
away again. See, Sidney, I ain't got nothing to say against it, if
she can find some kind of job for home. I know as the time must hang
heavy. There she sit, poor thing! from mornin' to night, an' can't
get her thoughts away from herself. It's easy enough to understand,
ain't it? I took a book home for her the other day, but she didn't
seem to care about it. There she sit, with her poor face on her
hands, thinkin' and thinkin'.
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