“Yes, it is. You haven’t seen it, and I have every day. I say it’s healing beautifully.”
“Ah, you’ll say next that I ain’t weak.”
“No, I shan’t.”
“Well, that’s because you are always trying to make me think that I am better than I am.”
“Well, what of that? I don’t want to put you out of heart.”
“No, but you needn’t gammon me. I know I ain’t as weak as a rat, because I am ten times weaker. I have got no wind at all; and I do wish you wouldn’t be always wallacking me down to that big waterfall. I’m always pumped out before I get half-way there, and quite done up before I get back. What’s the good of going there?”
“Beautiful place, Punchy, and the mountain air seems to come down with the water and fill you full of strength.”
“Does you perhaps, but it don’t do me no good. Beautiful place indeed! Ugly great hole!”
“’Tisn’t; it’s lovely. I don’t believe we shall ever see a more beautiful spot in our lives.”
“It makes me horrible. I feel sometimes as if I could jump in and put myself out of my misery. Just two steps, and a fellow would be washed away to nowhere.”