"You are not my brother.

Can I permit water to run up hill?
You were like a brother, though, when I was a sick child in the queer old times--kinder than most brothers, I think.

But, Graydon, I am grown up.

See, my head comes above your shoulder." "Well, you are changed." "For the better, in some respects, I hope you will find." "I don't at all like the change you suggest in our relations, and am not sure I will submit to it.

It seems absurd to me." "It will not seem so when you come to think of it," she replied, gravely and gently.