It sang so long in my head, before my violin had a chance to tell me what it really was, that I sort of learned it.
Now, listen!" And he began to play.
It was, indeed, a beautiful song, and Miss Holbrook said so with promptness and enthusiasm; yet still David frowned.
"Yes, yes," he answered, "but don't you see?
That was telling you about something inside of me that made all my hours sunshiny ones.

Now, what you want is something inside of you to make yours sunshiny, too.

Don't you see ?" An odd look came into Miss Holbrook's eyes.
"That's all very well for you to say, David, but you haven't told me yet, you know, just what it is that's made all this brightness for you." The boy changed his position, and puckered his forehead into a deeper frown.
"I don't seem to explain so you can understand," he sighed.

"It isn't the SPECIAL thing.

It's only that it's SOMETHING.