“It is a beautiful world, “ the boy echoed sadly. “ It is a sin to disgrace it with things that are badly done. “
“But you will do things well? “
“I get so tired, “ he said, “and long to leave off so much. What do you do when you want to do your best, - your very, very best? “ he asked, suddenly. “
I think that I am doing it for the people I love, “ she answered. “It makes you very strong if you think of them; you can bear pain, and walk far, and do all manner of things, and you don‘t get tired so soon. “
He thought for a moment. “Then I shall paint my picture for you, “ he said; “ I shall think of you all the time I am doing it. “
Once more they looked at the hills that seemed to rise up out of the deep shadows into the light, and then together they went home.
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