"They come to us older ones for a remedy. Knowledge is associated, madam, with broken wings."
"But I cannot take philosophy home to her mother—she will most certainly require Madge—and can you tell me where this path leads?"
The poet waved his hand.
"Up-stream to the village—down-stream to the mill," he said.
Miss Gerald thought a moment.
"She will have gone down stream," she exclaimed.
The poet meditated.
"I, too, have lost a boy," he said.
Miss Gerald looked surprised.