CHAPTER XXVIIIWhat did I know about love? I thought that I’d known everything, and I found out that I knew just nothing at all. I’d come up and knocked on the door a lot of times, but I’d never gotten inside of the house. Well, I was in, now, and the looks of everything was all different, I can tell you.
When I come down the stairs, I stood in a trance, looking out the window and listening to a doggone meadow lark that was singing outside the front of the house. I had heard meadow larks before, a lot of times, of course; but this here lark was made particular to sing for me. I says to Pepillo: “Did you ever hear a lark sing so mighty well as that, kid?”
The Blue Jay laughed. He never missed a chance for laughing, you understand. “You look sick,” says he. “Is the singing as bad as all of
