Emma Hart paced back and forth in the small garden, furrowing her brow at the men around her.
Impatiently, she remarked, "Forget it, I'm done. It's not interesting anymore."
In the kitchen, Mrs. Harris was wiping dishes. Seeing Emma approaching, she asked kindly, "Miss Emma, are you hungry?"
"Mrs. Harris, I'd like a glass of juice."
"Alright, I'll make it for you now."
Mrs. Harris took out fresh fruits, carefully selecting a few. "Let's use these. "
"Okay, Mrs. Harris, let me do it. I've been idle all day; using the juicer isn't exactly hard labor."
After a moment's thought, considering Emma's boredom, Mrs. Harris agreed, "Alright, be careful. I'll tidy up the living room."
"Okay."
Emma methodically added the fruits into the juicer.
