"Shirley, why do _you_ cry?" asked Caroline, involuntarily laying stress on _you_.
Miss Keeldar smiled, and turned her picturesque head towards the questioner. "Because it pleases me mightily to cry," she said. "My heart is both sad and glad. But why, you good, patient child--why do you not bear me company? I only weep tears, delightful and soon wiped away; you might weep gall, if you choose."
"Why should I weep gall?"
"Mateless, solitary bird!" was the only answer.

"Shirley, why do you cry?" asked Caroline.
Miss Keeldar smiled, and turned her picturesque head. "Because it pleases me mightily to cry," she said. "My heart is both sad and glad. But you good, patient child - why do you not cry too? I only weep tears; you might weep gall, if you choose."
"Why should I weep gall?"
"Mateless, solitary bird!" was the only answer.
