"If you hadn't been shut up sick just now, you'd have heard him yourself.

He plays everywhere--everywhere he goes." "Is that so ?" murmured Jack politely, shuddering a little at what he fancied would come from a violin played by a boy like the one before him.

(Jack could play the violin himself a little--enough to know it some, and love it more.) "Hm-m; well, and what else do you do ?" "Nothing, except to go for walks and read." "Nothing!--a big boy like you--and on Simeon Holly's farm ?" Voice and manner showed that Jack was not unacquainted with Simeon Holly and his methods and opinions.
David laughed gleefully.
"Oh, of course, REALLY I do lots of things, only I don't count those any more.

'Horas non numero nisi serenas,' you knew," he quoted pleasantly, smiling into the man's astonished eyes.
"Jack, what was that--what he said ?" whispered the little girl.

"It sounded foreign.