"About something bright; about—well, I hardly know what myself." ...
"Tell me, Eli!" He rose in glad excitement; but, on second thoughts, sat down again.
"No; not for all the world!" she said, laughing.
"I sang to you when you asked me."
"Yes, I know you did; but I can't tell you this; no! no!"
"Eli, do you think I would laugh at the little verse you have made?"
"No, I don't think you would, Arne; but it isn't anything I've made myself."
"Oh, it's by somebody else then?"
"Yes."
"Then, you can surely say it to me."