“No, not a real hurt.”
“You fell off of the stoop over there, a boy said.”
“The baby dropped something and I went to pick it up, I guess I stumbled. And when I turned round everything was upside down and black and I don’t remember any more until I was over here. Miss Armitage was so good, is so good.”
“Yes; well it might have been worse. But I think now you are on the high road to health again.” 95
“I’ve never been real sick unless this is it,” and she gave a vague smile.
“I think it is,” nodding humorously. “The babies have been rather too much for you this hot weather. Were you very fond of them?”
“Well, they were not bad and very funny. You can’t love bad people.”
“Oh, can’t you?”
“No, you can’t,” with an emphasis. “You may like them and think they’re pretty and sweet sometimes, but you don’t truly love them I mean you wouldn’t choose them if you had you choice.”
“Which you don’t often have in this world. Now what would be your choice?”