“Well, in that case I will.”
“Tell me, then, would you try again?”
“No, I do not believe I would, for I can see nothing to build on.”
Zula’s castle fell. She looked down into the clear water, and the shining pebbles lay loose and dull upon 45 the bottom of the lake. She turned quickly toward Guy, and catching the book from his hand, while tears of mortification and injured pride stood in her eyes, she said:
“I will never tell any one anything again, never.”
“I would not cry, Zula.”
“Did you never cry for disappointment?”
“No.”
“Then it was because you never had one. I do not believe any one ever told you that your work was worthless.”
“I suppose they had no reason to.”