“Why would she do that? Why does she care? That’s a waste of her time. They trudged along a little hungry, because of the fruitarian refreshments, and mentally very active. In spite of God and wasps and her father, she had stolen plums; and once because of discovered misdeeds, and once because she had realized that her mother was dead, she had lain on her face in the unmown grass, beneath the elmtrees that came beyond the vegetables, and poured out her soul in weeping. She wanted to stay where she was; but tears were dangerous; the more she wept, the weaker she would become defensively. " "Mad as you are, you're the more sensible of the two, I must say," rejoined Jonathan.
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