“Oh, I mean you must keep it fresh and clean and free, and not mix it up with money,” she ran on eagerly. “You must keep right on selling for the fun of the game and not for the gain. The gain will come fast enough. Don’t worry about that. But if you make it the end, it may make an end of your gift. And you mustn’t get foolish with success. And you mustn’t––oh, there are a hundred ways of spoiling it all.”
It was her apparent sure knowledge of these things that constantly surprised him.
“How do you know?” he demanded.
“Because I’ve seen and heard. All I can do is to stop, look, and listen, isn’t it?”
“And warn the speeders?” he laughed.
“If I could do that much it would be something,” she answered wistfully.
“Will you warn me?”
“I’m warning you now.”
She met his eyes with a puzzled frown.
“I’ve seen a lot of men start right, but they don’t stay right. Why don’t they?”