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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Story of an African Farm by Olive Schreiner: want them any more, when all the sweetness is taken out of them, then they
come. We don't want them then," she said, folding their hands resignedly
on her little apron. After a while she added: "I remember once, very long
ago, when I was a very little girl, my mother had a workbox full of
coloured reels. I always wanted to play with them, but she would never let
me. At last one day she said I might take the box. I was so glad I hardly
knew what to do. I ran round the house, and sat down with it on the back
steps. But when I opened the box all the cottons were taken out."
She sat for a while longer, till the Kaffer maid had finished churning, and
was carrying the butter toward the house. Then Em prepared to slip off the
table, but first she laid her little hand on Waldo's. He stopped his
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