“You ain’t going to sit here and make the horse drag you all the way up this tremendous hill, be you?”
“No, uncle dear; I was only waiting for you to draw up that I might jump out. Do you see the moon coming up behind the trees, shining through them, like a good thought in the midst of dark imaginings?”
“Dang the moon and your imaginings! Get out.”
“I was thinking of something my book says,” apologised Kate, descending to the road.
“Your book? What do you mean?”
“I mean that which the schoolmaster gave me, which I have read and read, and in which I always find something new, and always am sure of something true.”
“What does the book say?”
“I learned it by heart—
‘Within the soul a faculty abides,
That with interpositions’—