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"Besides, it is a very ill-fitting door, Peter."

"I have seen worse."

"And will be very draughty in cold weather."

"A blanket hung across will remedy that."

"Still, it can hardly be called a very good door, can it, Peter?"

Here I lighted my pipe without answering. "I suppose you make

horseshoes much better than you make doors?" I puffed at my pipe

in silence. "You are not angry because I found fault with your

door, are you, Peter?"

"Angry?" said I; "not in the least."

"I am sorry for that."

"Why sorry?"

"Are you never angry, Peter?"

"Seldom, I hope."

"I should like to see you so--just once. Finding nothing to say

in answer to this, I smoked my negro-head pipe and stared at the

moon, which was looking down at us through a maze of tree-trunks

and branches.

"Referring to horseshoes," said Charmian at last, "are you

content to be a blacksmith all your days?"

"Yes, I think I am."

"Were you never ambitious, then?"

"Ambition is like rain, breaking itself upon what it falls on--at

least, so Bacon says, and--"

"Oh, bother Bacon! Were you never ambitious, Peter?"

"I was a great dreamer."

"A dreamer!" she exclaimed with fine scorn; "are dreamers ever

ambitious?"

"Indeed, they are the most truly ambitious," I retorted; "their

dreams are so vast, so infinite, so far beyond all puny human

strength and capacity that they, perforce, must remain dreamers

always. Epictetus himself--"

"I wish," sighed Charmian, "I do wish--"

"What do you wish?"

"That you were not--"

"That I was not?"

"Such a--pedant!"

"Pedant!" said I, somewhat disconcerted.

"And you have a way of echoing my words that is very irritating."

"I beg your pardon," said I, feeling much like a chidden

schoolboy; "and I am sorry you should think me a pedant."

"And you are so dreadfully precise and serious," she continued.

"Am I, Charmian?"

"And so very solemn and austere, and so ponderous, and

egotistical, and calm--yes, you are hatefully calm and placid,

aren't you, Peter?"

And, after I had smoked thoughtfully awhile, I sighed.

"Yes, I fear I may seem so."

"Oh, I forgive you!"

"Thank you."