Friendship is all kindness--it makes the world glorious with kindness.

What color you see when you walk with a friend! You see that the gray sky is brilliant and shimmering; you see that the smoke has warm browns and is marvelously sculptured--the air becomes iridescent.
You see the gold in brown hair.

Light floods everything.
When you walk to church with a friend you know that life can give you nothing richer.

You pray that there will be no change in anything for ever.
What an adorable thing it is to discover a little foible in your friend, a bit of vanity that gives you one thing more about her to adore! On a cold morning she will perhaps walk to church with you without her furs, and she will blush and return an evasive answer when you ask her why she does not wear them.

You will say no more, because you understand.