"I am happy, but dissatisfied with myself..." he said.
"Why, how can you be dissatisfied with yourself if you are happy?" "Well, how shall I say?... In my heart I really care for nothing whatever but that you should not stumble--see? Oh, but really you mustn't skip about like that!" he cried, breaking off to scold her for too agile a movement in stepping over a branch that lay in the path.
" But when I think about myself, and compare myself with others, especially with my brother, I feel I'm a poor creature.
" "But in what way?" Kitty pursued with the same smile.