“I will rewrite my book, remembering all your suggestions.”
“You remember that Tennyson rewrote ‘Dora’ four hundred and forty-five times, that Victor Hugo declared that his six hundredth copy of ‘Thanatopsis’ was his best, and that George Sand was heard to say with tears in her eyes that she wished she had rewritten ‘Adam Bede’ just once more and you have read that Tom Brown Hughes—”
“Go away with your nonsense! I told Dr. Towne that you were my critic and that you knew every thing.”
“Do you tell him every thing?” he asked, letting the castle fall upon the carpet.
“That isn’t every thing.”
“Will you play a game with me?”
“No, thank you. I am too tired for any thing so tiresome.”
“You are ungrateful. Did I not teach you to play?”
“You did not teach me to play when I am tired.”
“You have promised to write to me, haven’t you?” he asked.