“By this the storm grew loud apace,
The water-wraith was shrieking;
And in the scowl of Heaven each face
Grew dark as they were speaking.”
Teacher: You can’t help wondering why they didn’t get in the boat, and stop talking. The old ballad writers pared it all down to nothing but the story. Turn to the next one,—Lady Clare; would that have pleased the old ballad writers?
Pupil: I think it would have. It is just the kind of love story they liked,—it all turned out well.
Teacher: Turns out well in the end; and in it the lovers show what kind of qualities?
Pupil: Faithful.
Teacher: You like that?
Pupil: Yes.