“You can do it. You can do anything you like.”
“Then I will,” she decided, thus encouraged.
“But the books?” said Richard King, ready to place his own bookshelves at her service.
“Oh, the books are easily found. There’s our school library, and the Public Library in Dunellen, and everybody’s house to ransack in Bensalem. Besides, my own library is no mean affair. Books and fishing are my laziness and luxury. No hurried work, Judith, remember. You shall not read the first one of the series to me until a month from to-day.”
“Are you such a slow worker yourself?” Roger’s friend inquired.
“I am a plodder. And I believe in other people plodding. I believe that genius is an infinite capacity for taking pains. I have sermons laid away to mellow that I’ve been six months on.”
“But you do other writing and studying in the mean time,” said Judith.
“Oh, yes, while the seed is sprouting.”
“Kenney, you are planning something.”
“Yes, I am planning to salt down a barrel of sermons before I take a new charge.”