“I do play!” I cried.
“How can you? You are always sitting still.”
“I play most when I am most still.”
“Yours must be a funny game,” she observed “for when I sit still I go to sleep.”
Across the bushes we leaned and kissed each other. With her fingers Sitanthy took hold of my cheeks and told me that she loved me.
“I have loved you ever since we came to live here,” I said, “because you are so pretty.”
“Are you pretty?” she inquired politely. “You have the largest eyes of anyone in the world.”
“They are not really so large,” I corrected her. “They only look so, because my face is little. I know it for a fact, because one day I measured with a thread those of my father, and they were every bit as large as mine.”
We linked arms and walked about the garden. She still wore her ridiculous trousers.
“Didn’t they put you to bed?” I asked.