Her eyes grew radiant with understanding.
“You are not so very much changed since your days of dreaming,” she said, smiling. “To be sure, you have lost your freckles and you don’t kick at the ground when you walk, and––”
“And,” he reminded, as she paused.
“You are no longer twice my age.”
“Did Janey tell you?”
“Yes; the last summer I was at Maplewood––the summer you were graduated. You say you don’t dream any more, but it wasn’t so very long ago that you did, else how could you have written that wonderful book?”
“Then you read it?” he asked eagerly.
“Of course I read it.”
“All of it?”
“Could any one begin it and not finish it? I’ve read some parts of it many times.”