“Yes, among the squirrels and the rabbits. Woods are full of eyes and ears.”
“Well,” he said, “the eyes and ears will have to find another home. There will soon be no wood left.”
So he had tried to take Aunt Rose’s hand in this wood too! She laughed with the pretty trill which made her laughter a new thing every time.
“I don’t see the joke,” he grumbled.
She turned to him. “I don’t think you’ve laughed very much in your life. You’re always being sorry for yourself.”
“I have been very unfortunate,” he replied.
“There you are again! Why don’t you tell yourself you’re lucky not to squint or turn in your toes? You’d be much more miserable then—much. But thinking yourself unfortunate, when you’re not, is a pleasant occupation.”
“How do you know?”
“I know a lot,” Henrietta said. “But I never thought myself unfortunate, so I wasn’t.”
“Very noble,” Sales said sourly.