"People who are clever and—and great, you know, ought to be so careful that they are right, oughtn't they?"
"Oh, a rhymer rhymes as the fit takes him," answered he, with affected modesty.
"I wouldn't believe that of you. You wouldn't misuse your powers like that."
"You have read my poetry?"
"Some of it." She paused and added, with a little blush for her companion: "There was some papa would not let me read."
A man may not unreasonably write what a young girl's father may very reasonably not like her to read. Nevertheless, Dale Bannister felt rather uncomfortable.
"Those were the shocking political ones, I suppose?" he asked.
"No; I read most of those. These were against religion and——"
"Well?"