"You're sitting on it, Winnie."
"This! —"
"What is the matter with it?"
"Why, —" said Winnie, looking dismayfully at the couch with which Winthrop had filled the place of his bed, transferred to her room, — "it's too narrow!"
"I don't fall out of it," said her brother quietly.
"It isn't comfortable!"
"I am, when I am on it."
"But it's hard!"
"Not if I don't think it is hard."
"I don't see how that makes any difference," said Winnie discontentedly. "It's hard to me."