she sat up , and i helped her get the shirt off . it was referred to as `dust ' , and it always came from the outside . all of the music was collected , digitally , into a computer . then , she sat on the rock shed taken her meal from and stared at the ground . she looked so earnest over it that i shall never again think that a woman must be playful always , and never earnest , because she is merry at times . i can tell you that i 'm not an enemy , she said . 