“An Eastern poet said:—
Diving and finding no pearl in the sea,
Blame not the ocean,—the fault is in thee.
Have you ever tried to find a pearl, Miss Walton?”
You hesitated a moment. “Like the Englishman’s view of the conundrum,” you finally parried archly, “that would be a good joke if there only wasn’t something to ‘guess’ in it.”
“Do you know what Maizie is talking about?” demanded Mrs. Blodgett discontentedly.
“Better than Miss Walton does herself, I think,” I averred.
You had started to go, but again you turned, and asked with interest, “What do I mean?”
“That you believe what you think you don’t.”
You stood looking at me for a moment. “We are becoming friends, Dr. Hartzmann,” you affirmed, and passed through the window.
Good-night, dear friend.