She gave them back to him reverently.
"They are all very beautiful," she said: "I wonder no one listens; but I am sure they will some day."
Dear critic! If she were all he had to fear!
"I am glad you like them," he said.
"Is there any news yet of the other?" she asked.
"Not yet."
But Madge was to hear it first.
The next afternoon when she was at the avenue, a red-faced old gentleman with white hair put his head in at the door of the work-room, and then beat a hasty retreat.
"Come in, papa," chorused the twins; "it's only Miss Barberry."
"I'll look in presently. I only came to tell you I've found a poet."