Now if it were terribly hot, the kind of hot that takes your brains away, or so cold you were freezing, or even if it were raining, not a decent rain, but that insulting drizzle that makes you hate everything--why then, yes, I might understand.

But to kill one's self in the sunshine!" As she was finishing she had a strange sensation.

She saw that the girl was looking at her compassionately.

Katherine Wayneworth Jones was not accustomed to being viewed with compassion.
"It would be foolish to try to make you understand," said the girl simply, finality in her weariness.

"It would be foolish to try to make a girl like you understand that nothing can be so bad as sunshine." Katie leaned across the table.