You're sitting on a tree root. You hardly talk about where you're from, but he knows it's somewhere really different, because you definitely don't act like you're from England. You're typically a queer little girl. Stiff, sour, but prone to anger. The staff at Misselthwaite Manor thinks he's a miracle, because he can usually pacify you.

Eh, give me a smile, now! You'll never be in good temper with that sort 'o face!