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XIX. Just a Happy Day

           

           “Yes;butifdryadsarefoolishtheymusttaketheconsequences,justasiftheywererealpeople,”saidPaulgravely.“DoyouknowwhatIthinkaboutthenewmoon,teacher?Ithinkitisalittlegoldenboatfullofdreams.”

           “Andwhenittipsonacloudsomeofthemspilloutandfallintoyoursleep.”

           “Exactly,teacher.Oh,youDOknow.AndIthinkthevioletsarelittlesnipsoftheskythatfelldownwhentheangelscutoutholesforthestarstoshinethrough.Andthebuttercupsaremadeoutofoldsunshine;andIthinkthesweetpeaswillbebutterflieswhentheygotoheaven.Now,teacher,doyouseeanythingsoveryqueeraboutthosethoughts?”

           “No,laddiedear,theyarenotqueeratall;theyarestrangeandbeautifulthoughtsforalittleboytothink,andsopeoplewhocouldn’tthinkanythingofthesortthemselves,iftheytriedforahundredyears,thinkthemqueer.Butkeeponthinkingthem,Paul...somedayyouaregoingtobeapoet,Ibelieve.”

           WhenAnnereachedhomeshefoundaverydifferenttypeofboyhoodwaitingtobeputtobed.Davywassulky;andwhenAnnehadundressedhimhebouncedintobedandburiedhisfaceinthepillow.

           “Davy,youhaveforgottentosayyourprayers,”saidAnnerebukingly.

           “No,Ididn’tforget,”saidDavydefiantly,“butIain’tgoingtosaymyprayersanymore.I’mgoingtogiveuptryingtobegood,‘causenomatterhowgoodIamyou’dlikePaulIrvingbetter.SoImightaswellbebadandhavethefunofit.”

           “Idon’tlikePaulIrvingBETTER,”saidAnneseriously.“Ilikeyoujustaswell,onlyinadifferentway.

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