"My poor Little Girl! You haven't had a chance yet to really tell me about this thing, and I want you to right now.

Then I'm going to kill about forty people in this town! _Somebody_ has been mighty foolish." She squeezed his hand, but found it very difficult to speak.

His love, his sympathy, his tenderness, were so delicious after this day's trials--and before those further ones she could so well anticipate.
She didn't wish to cry any more, that would by no means strengthen her position, and she found she couldn't seem to speak without crying.
"One would think to hear the good people of this town that you were about to leave home and mother for--well, for a trip to the moon!" he added.

"There isn't any agreement as to what you're going to do, but they're unanimous as to its being entirely wrong.

Now suppose you tell me about it." "I will," said Diantha.