"She'll like them because they are you.

Read them to her as you read them to me, and she'll only hear your voice, and she'll think them clever and you a wonderful man, even if you are fifty and weigh a thousand pounds.

It doesn't matter to a woman what a man's saying or doing, or whether he's so much cleverer than she is, if she knows that under everything he's saying, 'I love you.' A man isn't that way, but a woman is.

Now go." Again she pushed him with a small brown hand.
"Kitty Tynan, what a girl you are!" he said admiringly.
"Then be a father to me," she said teasingly.
"I can't marry both your mother and nurse." "P'r'aps you can't marry either," she replied sarcastically, "and I know that in any case you'll never be any relative of mine by marriage.

Get going," she said almost impatiently.
He turned to go, and she said after him, as he rolled away, "I'll let you hear some of my verses one day when you're more developed and can understand them." "I'll bet they beat mine," he called back.
"You'll win your bet," she answered, and stood leaning against a tree with a curious look emerging and receding in her eyes.