People have written about her.' 'Reams.

Some day I'll read you what Pater says of her, unless you've read him already--by your camp fire.' For he had talked to her, as he had talked to Joan Gildea, about his readings and his dreamings under the stars in the Bush.
'Eh! you shall teach me about these new writing chaps.

I don't understand your up-to-date theories.

I've always gone in for plain facts--standard reading--history--great thoughts of great minds--old books brought out in people's editions.

I'm up a tree--downright bushed when you begin upon your queer ideas--all those new-fangled religions and notions--Theosophy, spooks--about the earth being alive, and thoughts making a sort of wireless telegraph system--I do believe in that, though--to a certain extent.