"It was very long ago, you understand--when I was quite a little girl before I knew the wonderful things the wind and the flowers and the stars tell me." Cheiron did not ask the cause of this hate; he reserved the question for a future time, and encouraged her to tell him of her discoveries in wonderland.
Some trees had strange personalities, she said.

You could never guess the other side of their heads, until you knew them very well.

But all had good in them, and it was wisest never even to see the bad.
"I always find if you are afraid of things they become real and hurt you, but if you are sure they are kind and true they turn gentle and love you.

I am hardly ever afraid of anything now--only I do not like a thunderstorm.

It seems as if God were really angry then, and were not considering sufficiently just whom He meant to hit." Justice to her appeared to hold chief place among the virtues.
"Do you stay here all the year round ?" asked Cheiron, presently, "or do you sometimes have a trip to the seaside ?" "I have never been away since I first came--I would love to see the sea," and her eyes became dreary.