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 “You look very happy,” said he.

“Well, who could help feeling good with this dry, clear air, and the blue sky, and the crisp yellow sand, and a superb donkey to carry you? I’ve just got everything in the world to make me happy.”

“Everything?”

“Well, everything I have any use for just now.”

“I suppose you never know what it is to be sad?”

“Oh, when I am miserable, I am just too miserable for words. I’ve sat and cried for days and days at Smith’s College, and the other girls were just crazy to know what I was crying about, and guessing what the reason was that I wouldn’t tell them, when all the time the real true reason was that I didn’t know myself. You know how it comes like a great dark shadow over you, and you don’t know why or wherefore, but you’ve just got to settle down to it and be miserable.”

“But you never had any real cause?”

“No, Mr. Stephens, I’ve had such a good time all my life that I really don’t think, when I look back, that I ever had any real cause for sorrow.”

“Well, Miss Sadie, I hope with all my heart