"Ah! likely. Well, we'll go, Mr. Caruthers; this sort o' thing makes me melancholy, and that' against my principles to be." Yet she stood still, looking.
"Miss Lothrop likes this place," Tom remarked.
"Then it don't make her melancholy."
"Does anything?"
"I hope so. She's human."
"But she seems to me always to have the sweetest air of happiness about her, that ever I saw in a human being."
"Have you got where you can see air?" inquired Mrs. Marx sharply. Tom laughed.
"I mean, that she finds something everywhere to like and to take pleasure in. Now I confess, this bit of ground, full of graves and old excavations, has no particular charms for me; and my sister will not stay here a minute."
"And what does Lois find here to delight her?
"Everything!" said Tom with enthusiasm. "I was with her the first time she came to this corner of the island,—and it was a lesson, to see her delight. The old cellars and the old stones, and the graves; and then the short green turf that grows among them, and the flowers and weeds—what I call weeds, who know no better—but Miss Lois tried to make me see the beauty of the sumach and all the rest of it."