“You see, Mr. Martin, sometimes it comes over you—” She broke off again.
Ed Martin was regarding her out of friendly blue eyes.
“Maybe I can guess what sometimes comes over you. You want to write—is that it?”
His kindly voice and manner emboldened her.
“Yes—it's part that. And a feeling that—Oh, it's so hard to put into words, Mr. Martin!”
“I know; feelings are often hard to put into words. But they're usually the most worth while kind of feelings. And that's what words are for.”
“Well, I was just feeling that at my age—that I was letting my life slip away—accomplishing nothing really worth while. You know—?”
“Yes, we all feel like that sometimes, I guess.” Ed Martin nodded with profound solemnity.
Oh, Ed Martin was wonderful! He DID understand things! She went ahead less tremulously now.
“And I was feeling I wanted to get started at something. At something REALLY worth while, you know.”