I have never seen you when you were not cheerful.

Are you always cheerful?
Really always cheerful ?" "Well, no," he said, "no, I can't say that I am always cheerful, but--well, you know that kind of a night that comes: _say_--you wake up 'way in the night and the whole world is sunk in gloom and there are storms and earthquakes and all sorts of disasters in the air threatening, and you get cold and clammy; and when that happens to me I recognize how sinful I am and it all goes clear to my heart and wrings it and I have such terrors and terrors!--oh, they are indescribable, those terrors that assail me, and I slip out of bed and get on my knees and pray and pray and promise that I will be good, if I can only have another chance.

And then, you know, in the morning the sun shines out so lovely, and the birds sing and the whole world is so beautiful, and--_b' God, I rally!_" Now I will quote a brief paragraph from this letter which I have a minute ago spoken of.

The writer says: You no doubt are at a loss to know who I am.

I will tell you.