I tell him everything--I even show him my diary.

And it hurts me dreadfully when he doesn't tell me things.

He shows me all his poems, though--they are marvellous, Miss Oliver.

Oh, I just live in the hope that some day I shall be to Walter what Wordsworth's sister Dorothy was to him.

Wordsworth never wrote anything like Walter's poems--nor Tennyson, either." "I wouldn't say just that.