human
Why, even a fellow on his way to the penitentiary for life would have to get some enjoyment out of this morning,
gpt
And oh, Karl, she laughed, joyously,
human
No, he said, and he seemed to be speaking to something within himself rather than to her,--
gpt
I'm _not_!
human
Oh, Ernestine, he said, taking it in in long breaths, feeling the dew upon his face, and hearing the murmur of many living things,--
gpt
Karl--every tree looks as though it were just as glad as we are! Can't you feel that the trees feel just as we do about things? The leaves haven't all come out yet, some of them are holding themselves within themselves in a coy little way they have--although intending all the time to come out just as fast as ever they can. And it's that glorious, unspoiled green--the kind nature uses to make painters feel foolish. Oh, nature's having much fun with the painters this morning. Right over there, --pointing with his finger--
human
I can see that cloud, he said,--
gpt
And, Karl, she went on, in joyous eagerness,
human
Mountains are revolutionary instincts,
gpt
Yes, that's it. Sometimes I like the stormy upheavals which change the whole face of the earth, but this morning it's nice to have just the little sighs of content. And, dear--now turn around and look this way. You can't really see the lake at all--but you can tell by looking down that way that it is there.
human
How can you tell, liebchen?
gpt
Oh, I don't know _how_ you can. It's not scientific knowledge--it's--the other kind. The trees know that the lake is there.
human
Let's walk down to the lake, he said.
gpt
I want to feel it on my face. And oh, liebchen--it's good to have you tell about things like this.
human
Oh, that chap we just passed was amusing. His eyes were saying--'My allowance is all gone and I haven't a red sou--but isn't it a bully day?'
gpt
There's no reason why I should be shut out from the world, Ernestine, he said vigorously,
human
Why, that's just what I think!
gpt
And, dearie--it is flirting with the sunlight--flirting shamefully; I'm almost ashamed for the lake, only it's so happy in its flirtation that perhaps it is not bothered with moral consciousness. But it seems to want the sunlight to catch it, and then it seems to want to get away, and sometimes a sunbeam gets a little wave that stayed too long and kisses it right here in open day--and isn't it awful--but isn't it nice?