“She’s different from everybody else in the world,” stammered Robert ecstatically. “You simply couldn’t describe her. No one could!”
His mother continued to darn his socks and made no comment.
Only William, his young brother, showed interest.
“How’s she different from anyone else?” he demanded. “Is she blind or lame or sumthin’?”
Robert turned on him with exasperation.
“Oh, go and play at trains!” he said. “A child like you can’t understand anything.”
William retired with dignity to the window and listened, with interest unabated, to the rest of the conversation.
“Yes, but who is she, dear?” said their mother. “Robert, I can’t think how you get these big holes in your heels!”
Robert ran his hands wildly through his hair.
“I’ve told you who she is, Mother,” he said. “I’ve been talking about her ever since I came into the room.”