You know what that verse of Shakespeare in the old Fifth Reader says--'the brave man is not he who feels no fear.'" "No--but it is 'he whose noble soul its fear subdues.' I don't do that.
We can't gloss it over, Rilla.

I'm a coward." "You're not.

Think of how you fought Dan Reese long ago." "One spurt of courage isn't enough for a lifetime." "Walter, one time I heard father say that the trouble with you was a sensitive nature and a vivid imagination.

You feel things before they really come--feel them all alone when there isn't anything to help you bear them--to take away from them.

It isn't anything to be ashamed of.
When you and Jem got your hands burned when the grass was fired on the sand-hills two years ago Jem made twice the fuss over the pain that you did.