`What\'sthematter？\'hesaidagain，whenshewasquieter。Butsheonlypressedherfacefurtherintohisshoulder，inpain，likeachildthatcannottell。
`Whatisit，then？\'heasked。Suddenlyshebrokeaway，wipedhereyes，regainedhercomposure，andwentandsatinachair。
`Fatherhitme，\'sheannounced，sittingbunchedup，ratherlikearuffledbird，hereyesverybright。
`Whatfor？\'hesaid。
Shelookedaway，andwouldnotanswer。Therewasapitifulrednessabouthersensitivenostrils，andherquiveringlips。