Sorrow was deep-seated. It had its roots away down at the bottom of things, but laughter was always up near the surface and could be tapped on the slightest provocation. It was a by-valve a way of escape for the overflow. There were times when sorrow was too deep for tears. But there never was a time when we couldn't laugh! People in our town who expected visitors to knock provided a knocker.
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