39/146 "You are always sad." "I am not--oh, not a bit!" she cried. "I wonder--why ?" "Because you're not; because you're different inside, like a pine-tree, and then you flare up; but you're not just like an ordinary tree, with fidgety leaves and jolly--" He got tangled up in his own speech; but she brooded on it, and he had a strange, roused sensation, as if his feelings were new. It was a strange stimulant. Her youngest brother was only five. |