Please tell me." Dino took Cornelli's hand and gently pulled it away from her eyes.
"No, no, I can't," she said timidly.
"Oh, yes, you can.

First of all, we'll push your hair away.

It is all sticking to your forehead and your eyes; you can hardly see." Dino pushed the hair away as much as he was able; but it was still hanging down and sticking fast.
"Oh, now you'll see it, and then you'll make a great noise, I know," Cornelli exclaimed desperately.
"I do not see anything except that you look a thousand times better that way than with these thick, drooping fringes all over your face," said Dino.
"No, let them be! I know exactly how it is," cried Cornelli, making an effort to push her hair back again.

"Only you won't say it, because you want to be my friend.

But I know it and everybody can see it and hate me." "But Cornelli, why are you crying ?" said Dino, full of astonishment.
"I don't know what you mean and I am sure you are imagining something.
You must be, for one often does." "No, I'm not, and there are people who can see it.