That's what I look at some people for. I like to know about them. I think them over afterward.

How it is that animals understand things I do not know, but it is certain that they do understand. Perhaps there is a language which is not made of words and everything in the world understands it. Perhaps there is a soul hidden in everything and it can always speak, without even making a sound, to another soul.

So long as I know what's expected of me, I can manage.

On the hob was a little brass kettle, hissing and boiling; spread upon the floor was a warm, thick rug; before the fire was a folding-chair, unfolded and with cushions on it; by the chair was a small folding-table, unfolded, covered with a white cloth, and upon it were spread small covered dishes, a cup and saucer, and a tea-pot; on the bed were new, warm coverings, a curious wadded silk robe, and some books. The little, cold, miserable room seemed changed into Fairyland. It was actually warm and glowing.

It made her think that it was curious how much nicer a person looked when he smiled. She had not thought of it before.

I don't know who it is," she said; "but somebody cares for me a little. I have a friend.

You can lose a friend in springtime easier than any other season if you're too curious.