'In eating, or dlinking, or lunning, or talking.'
'Talking to yourself?'
'Not myself.'
'To whom, then?'
'To the one who told me when I was hungly, and put the dates to satisfy my hunger.'
'I see. Don't wriggle about in that way, or you will never catch any fish. The maxim of angling is: "Study to be quiet"—'
'O! another bite!' she called, and this time, all alone, very agilely landed a good-sized bream.
'But do you mean that you were never sad?' said I when she was re-settled.
'Sometimes I would sit and cly,' says she—'I did not know why. But if that was "sadness," I was never miserlable, never, never. And if I clied, it did not last long, and I would soon fall to sleep, for he would lock me in his lap, and kiss me, and wipe all my tears away.'
'He who?'