The voices that he knew so well, the common words, the quiet of the classroom when the voices paused and the silence was filled by the sound of softly browsing cattle as the other boys munched their lunches tranquilly, lulled his aching soul. Stephen turned towards his companion and looked at him for a moment boldly in the eyes. He danced: Tralala lala, Tralala tralaladdy, Tralala lala, Tralala lala. "You mean you're afraid of seeing her again?" "Oh, no; that's nothing--now!" Then I explained.