“Not quite that; but I’ve seen the best and worst of it.”
“And which did you prefer?”
“Neither, I think—I’m not an extremist.”
“Nor an enthusiast?”
“That, of course. Life wouldn’t be worth living without enthusiasm. It is a part of our youth. Don’t you possess it?”
“Yes,” said Stella, very earnestly, “I’m sure I do. But mine has so little to feed on that I fear it may die of insufficient nutrition.”
“That seems a pity,” said Humphreys, “when the world is so full of a number of foods for enthusiasm.”
“It is a pity,” said Stella, quietly.
Their conversation was interrupted just then by Enthusiasm Incarnate, which, in the shape of Ladybird, came flying across the orchard to announce luncheon.
“And Stella is invited too,” she declared; “Aunt Priscilla said so.”