"Pretty, I mean; an’ things more like you have ’em—_them_, an’ her voice was soft an’ gentle. But I was only eleven, an’ there was a good lot to do, an’ I got careless, ’specially with her not there to tell me anything.  All the same, I knew things weren’t the way she’d like to have them, and it worried me, when I had time to think of it.  I’m afraid," she added, honestly, "that that got to be not very often.  When you’re always wonderin’ how you’re goin’ to get all your jobs done, you can’t worry an awful lot over things like that."