Your sister, whom I met at the gate, tells me you are depressed," he added.
"Depressed?
I am never depressed." "Oh, surely, sometimes," replied Mr.Brand, as if he thought this a regrettable account of one's self.
"I am never depressed," Gertrude repeated.

"But I am sometimes wicked.
When I am wicked I am in high spirits.

I was wicked just now to my sister." "What did you do to her ?" "I said things that puzzled her--on purpose." "Why did you do that, Miss Gertrude ?" asked the young man.
She began to smile again.

"Because the sky is so blue!" "You say things that puzzle me," Mr.Brand declared.
"I always know when I do it," proceeded Gertrude.

"But people puzzle me more, I think.