And a hundred fire-flags’ sheen,
To and fro they were hurried about!
And to and fro, and in and out,
The wan stars danced between.’
“Even a child could tell you they were the searchlights trying to spot a Zepp.—only it isn’t Shakespeare! It’s very worrying. Yet I know if only I could get the book done, there would be a fortune in it. W. S. always sells, and he’s so respectable too!”
I said I was sorry my office duties had prior claim on my time, and I urged Ursula to do her sisterly part. But she said she couldn’t be bothered just then; her mind was more than fully occupied in trying to lay the blame for everything on the right person.
So I took Virginia’s MS. and read it down.
“How full of briars is this working-day world.”
This proves that barbed wire entanglements were known in the seventeenth century.
“How far that little candle throws his beams!”