"Anywhere. I don't mind. Don't you sometimes feel so?"
"I've had the sensation."
"And only yesterday I thought I wouldn't. I saw poor Winnie Morris, and she made me ashamed of not being contented. But this morning— somehow—"
Her father's broad hand, with its delicate capabilities, just touched hers. "I know—" it said.
"What do you do when you get a fit like that, daddy?"
"Knock it down," the Rector said grimly.
"And if it knocks you down?"
"Get up and fight it."
She laughed a little.
"I suppose one never ought to wish for anything one hasn't got."