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Well ! I could only be as brisk and busy as possible , and that I had tried to be all along . However , as Caddy 's illness had certainly interfered , more or less , with my home duties -- though I had always been there in the morning to make my guardian 's breakfast , and he had a hundred times laughed and said there must be two little women , for his little woman was never missing -- I resolved to be doubly diligent and gay . So I went about the house humming all the tunes I knew , and I sat working and working in a desperate manner , and I talked and talked , morning , noon , and night . And still there was the same shade between me and my darling . `` So , Dame Trot , '' observed my guardian , shutting up his book one night when we were all three together , `` so Woodcourt has restored Caddy Jellyby to the full enjoyment of life again ? '' `` Yes , '' I said ; `` and to be repaid by such gratitude as hers is to be made rich , guardian . ''