Tears came, different tears, tears which were melting something.

And yet, once again she whispered: "But I don't understand." "Try to understand.

Stay here with me and learn to laugh and be foolish, that'll help you understand.

And if you're ever in the least oppressed with a sense of obligation--horrid thing, isn't it ?--just put it down with, 'But she likes it.

It's fun for her.' For really now, Ann, I hope this is not going to hurt you, but I simply can't help getting fun out of things.