“`Butterfly？“heasked，withanunbelievingandhumorouseagerness。
“`Nothingsoperfect，“Ianswered，feelingsuddenlydispiritedwithallsortsofdoubts。“Aman!“
“`Achso!“hemurmured，andhissmilingcountenance，turnedtome，becamegrave。Thenafterlookingatmeforawhilehesaidslowly，“Well——Iamaman，too。“
`Hereyouhavehimashewas；heknewhowtobesogenerouslyencouragingastomakeascrupulousmanhesitateonthebrinkofconfidence；butifIdidhesitateitwasnotforlong。
`Heheardmeout，sittingwithcrossedlegs。Sometimeshisheadwoulddisappearcompletelyinagreateruptionofsmoke，andasympatheticgrowlwouldcomeoutfromthecloud。WhenIfinishedheuncrossedhislegs，laiddownhispipe，leanedforwardtowardsmeearnestlywithhiselbowsonthearmsofhischair，thetipsofhisfingerstogether。