I
think it is delightful not to dance. And what is your grandmother
doing? Is she studying?"
"Why, no, she is only reading."
"But what does she read, if she is not studying?"
"Why, I don't know; a story, maybe, or history, or poetry, or a
sermon, or--it might be anything."
"Will you tell me about all those things some time?" Terence asked. "I
have heard people tell stories, but I never read a story, and I never
read anything except books to help me learn to make railways and
telegraphs, so as to teach it to the people in the hill. That is all
they think of when they are not dancing."
And Terence wondered like this at everything that he saw, and he often
told Kathleen how tired he was of living in the hill and how much he
wished that he could live outside among the real people, as he called
them, instead of with the Good People. Once Kathleen tried to take
Terence to see Peter and Ellen, and then a strange thing was
discovered. Terence could not go there. When he came to the corner of
the street where Peter and Ellen lived, he turned straight around and
walked the other way.
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