"I believe they would be wrong.

I think I love you in my own way; but I thought I loved you in their way, and it is the only way that counts in this world of theirs.

It does not seem to be my world.

I was given wings, I think, but I am never to know that I have left the earth until I come flop upon it with an arrow through them.

I crawl and wriggle here, and yet"-- he laughed harshly--"I believe I am rather a fine fellow when I am flying!" She nodded.