Then everybody can see it and people will despise me and children will
be sure to throw stones after me. Oh!"
Cornelli again put her head on her arms and groaned in her great
trouble. Dino had listened, full of astonishment. He had never before
heard anything like that.
"But, Cornelli," he said, "why do you frown all the time, if the bumps
grow when you do it? It would be so much better if you would think of
funny things and would try to laugh. If you always made a pleasant
face they would perhaps go away entirely."
"I can't! I can't possibly do it," Cornelli lamented. "I know that I
make a horrid face and that I am so ugly that nobody wants to look at
me. Whenever anybody looks at me I have to make a cross face, for I
know that everybody thinks how horrid I look. I never can be happy any
more, because I have to think all the time about that terrible thing
on my head, and that it is getting worse. And I can't help it and can
do nothing. You don't know how it is. As long as I live I have to be
that way, and everybody will hate me.
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