How
beautiful everything is sometimes when we shut our eyes. It is then that
we see spirits, but I was sick once and the spirits all got to be old
and wrinkled and they'd come up and grin at me; and after that for a
long time I was afraid to see things with my eyes shut. Isn't it nice to
be as brave as you are?"
He looked at her and his eyes were aglow with softened fire, and his
hand was near her own, resting on the log door-way, but he was not brave
now for he trembled and when he spoke his voice wavered. "Don't mock me
by calling me brave. There never was a bigger coward."
"Why, you are trembling now. Is it because I told you of the spirits?
But you ain't a coward. My father says you are brave and he knows, for
you wan't afraid of that mad dog, and there's nothin' as bad as that.
Oh, down yonder where the branch is bigger there is a water fall; and
after a rain it roars and I used to go there with little Bud and we
called it a scolding giant. Shall we go down there?"
"Yes, but you mustn't--mustn't think of that boy Bud so much.
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