"I am the acme of things accomplished, and I an encloser of things to be.
Long I was hugged close, long and long.
Immense have been the preparations for me,
Faithful and friendly the arms that have helped me.
Cycles ferried my cradle, rowing and rowing like cheerful boatmen—
For room to me, stars kept aside in their own rings,
They sent influences to look after what was to hold me."
He spoke the words softly to small Jerry.
"Yes, yes, that's what I've been searching. It is splendid to be a part of the great processes of life!" said Jane, head high, eyes shining.
"Even so, my friend, I have come to congratulate you upon your valour, and your achievement."
They sat for an hour, talking earnestly.
"What now, comrade? A rest for a year or so, until the youngling is on his feet?"
"No, no. I am bursting with new ideas for the book. I shall finish it this winter, Martin."
"Not too fast. You have crowded the big experiences into this year, indomitable Jane. 'Easy does it,' as the old proverb says."
"I have gobbled them down, but I will digest my big experiences slowly, I promise you. I am full of life and vigour and passion for work. This year ought to bring a big harvest."
"Your book is in my thoughts a great deal. I have spoken of it to a publisher friend, and he wants to see it. He will appreciate its quality, I know. It will not be a 'best seller,' Jane."