“Is he your critic?” inquired Dr. Towne.
“Yes, and an excellent one, too. Don’t you know that he knows every thing?”
“Then perhaps he can tell me something that I want to know. Would it be safe to ask him?”
“If it is to be found in a book he can tell you,” said Tessa seriously.
“It is not to be found in any poem that was ever written or in any song that was ever sung.”
“Then it remains to be written?”
“Yes; don’t you want to write it?”
“I must learn it by heart first; I can not write what I have not learned.”
“Ralph, you shall not tease her,” interrupted his mother, “she shall not do any thing that she does not please.”
“Not even go into the country for three months in winter,” he said.