"What makes you think of shadows? I am going to be always as gay as I am to-day."
"That is impossible."
"Why?"
"It is not the way of this world."
"Does trouble come to everybody?"
"Yes. At some time."
"Well, mother dear, you can just wait till it comes. There is no shadow over me now, at any rate. If you were only well, I should be happy enough."
"I shall never be well, my child."
"O you say that just because a shadow has come over you. I wish I knew where it comes from; I would scare it away. Mother, mother, look, look!— see that little carriage with the little horses, and the children driving! Oh—!"
Rotha's expression of intense admiration is not to be given on paper.