I wasn't thinking about it, anyway." "What were you thinking about when you kept staring up here?
Not the beauties of nature, I bet." A perverse spirit made Jack try to push her back into the frivolous talk he had so lately and so bitterly deplored.
"Well, I was wondering if you had gumption enough to appreciate being up where you could watch the mountains all the while, and see them by day and by night and get really acquainted with them, so that they would tell you things they remember about the world a thousand years ago.

I wondered if you had it in you to appreciate them, and know every little whim of a shadow and every little laugh of the sun--or whether you just stayed up here because they pay you money for staying.

I've been so jealous of you, up here in your little glass house! I've lain awake the last three nights, peeking through the tree-tops at the little speck of sky I could see with stars in it, and thinking how you had them spread out all around you--and you asleep, maybe, and never looking! "I'm awful sorry you're in trouble, and about your mother and all.

But I think you're the luckiest boy I know, because you just happened to get to this place.

Sometimes when I look at you I just want to take you by the shoulder and _shake_ you!--because you don't half know how lucky you are.