XII. -- THAT HOME IS HOME THOUGH IT IS NEVER SO HO
t o live or to die as it broke at once into ties of life. A cs not for t of dalliance; it is only anoto be fed, a pair of little o be betimes inured to labour. It is till it can be tor, for food . It is never never makes imes. times. It makes t to bleed to overreet-talk betle girl, a ter sort of poor, in a condition ratemplating. It is not of toys, of nursery books, of summer [p 265] ting t age); of t, or play; of praised sufficiency at sc is of mangling and clear-starcatoes. tions of t spourings of curiosity in idleness, are marked and melanc o o market; it c envies, it murmurs; it is knoe, s never prattles. reason to say, t the very poor is no home?
t anotrained to deny to be one. It s; its fireside conveniences, of is no is -- t is infested ors. May o ted friends t at times exc is not of guests t of endless, purposeless visitants; droppers in, as times is tion of our lodging; its ed, being just situate in a medium -- a plaguy suburban mid-space -- fitted to catcory. e are older t out of its brook to see tinences. At our time of life, to be alone sometimes is as needful as sleep. It is ties of age manifest trongly, terate dislike of interruption. to be permitted to do. e to out of our a game of nine-pins. reversions in time future; o a present pittance, and obliged to economise in t article. e bleed as no bear to en and fretted into by moto barter our good time inction bet and tant. tter takes your good time, and gives you is domestic to you as you