"I'm a paper-maker, but that's for my bread and butter.

Some day for my own sake I may be a poet." "Have you published anything ?" The eager admiration in Dickson's tone gratified Mr.Heritage.He drew from his pocket a slim book.

"My firstfruits," he said, rather shyly.
Dickson received it with reverence.

It was a small volume in grey paper boards with a white label on the back, and it was lettered: WHORLS-JOHN HERITAGE'S BOOK.

He turned the pages and read a little.
"It's a nice wee book," he observed at length.
"Good God, if you call it nice, I must have failed pretty badly," was the irritated answer.
Dickson read more deeply and was puzzled.