"Then there's Jack and Mr. Stonecrop, and, deary me! not to
have mentioned Mr. Coleman and Mrs. Coleman, and Miss Coleman,
and Mrs. Crump. And then there's the clergyman that spoke
to me in the garden that day the tree was blown down."

"What's his name!"

"I don't know his name."

"Where does he live?"

"I don't know."

"How can you count him, then?"

"He did talk to me, and very kindlike too."

His father laughed again.

"Why, child, you're just counting everybody you know. That don't
make 'em friends."

"Don't it? I thought it did. Well, but they shall be my friends.
I shall make 'em."

"How will you do that?"

"They can't help themselves then, if they would. If I choose
to be their friend, you know, they can't prevent me. Then there's
that girl at the crossing."