“It does seem queer, after all your book-learning.”
“When I look back on it, my dear Ann, I can only remember reading one book with pleasure after I was a child and did everything with pleasure.”
“What book was that?”
“It was an anthology. Something like this was in it:
‘And there shall be for thee all soft delight
That shadowy thought can win,
A bright torch, and a casement ope at night,
To let the warm love in.’”
“That’s pretty,” said Ann Pidduck. “There are pretty things in books, though I never read them.”