"Oh, well, admitting all that," he said, "you must have to face questions that are big to you, that seem big, anyhow." Jed could not help wincing, just a little.

The matter-of-fact way in which his companion accepted the estimate of his insignificance was humiliating.

Jed did not blame him, it was true, of course, but the truth hurt--a little.

He was ashamed of himself for feeling the hurt.
"Oh," he drawled, "I do have some things--little no-account things-- to decide every once in a while.

Sometimes they bother me, too-- although they probably wouldn't anybody with a head instead of a Hubbard squash on his shoulders.