`After all, Hilda,' she said, `love can be wonderful: when you feel you live, and are in the very middle of creation.' It was almost like bragging on her part. `I suppose every mosquito feels the same,' said Hilda. `Do you think it does? How nice for it!'`After all, Hilda,' she said, `love can be wonderful: when you feel you live, and are in the very middle of creation.' It was almost like bragging on her part. `I suppose every mosquito feels the same,' said Hilda. `Do you think it does? How nice for it!'...more
