"Some," I answered, blushing.
"Don't mind that," he advised, and then quoted the stanza:
"Were I as tall to reach the pole
Or grasp the ocean in a span,
I'd still me measured by my soul;
The mind's the standard of the man."
"Mr. Dunkelberg came this morning and wanted to buy me some new clothes and boots," I said.
The Senator stopped work and stood looking at me with his hands upon his hips.
"I wouldn't let him do it if I were you," he said thoughtfully.
Just then I saw a young man come running toward us in the distant field.
Mr. Wright took out his compass.
"Look here," he said, "you see the needle points due north."