“‘The world is so full of a number of things,
I’m sure we should all be as happy as kings,’”
murmured Chub, adding, with a glance at Harry’s ardent face, “Anyhow, ’most any one could be nice to you without half trying.”
[They waved back to her and went on]
“Why?” asked Harry, opening her blue eyes very wide. Chub’s gaze wandered off to the scenery.
“Oh, just—just because,” he answered, vaguely.
Shortly before ten the Slow Poke was on her way again, dropping down the river with, for the Slow Poke, almost marvelous speed.