She voices perfectly the sentiment of the world toward any book I might write." Auntie Sue detected a note of bitterness underlying the laughing comment, and wondered.
Judy spoke again as she arose to retire to her room for the night: "I reckon as how there's a right smart of things youuns talk that'd be mighty fine if a body only had the learnin' ter sense 'em.

An' there must be heaps of folks where youuns come from what would know Mr.
Burns's meaning if he was to write hit all out plain.

Everybody ain't like me.

Hit's sure a God's-blessin' they ain't, too." "And there, Brian, dear, is your answer," said Auntie Sue, as Judy left the room.

"Any book has meaning only for those who have the peculiar sympathy and understanding needed to interpret it.