His eyes were wet.
"Thank you, David.

That is a beautiful letter," he said softly.

"And I believe you'll do it some day, too.

You'll go to him with your violin at your chin and the bow drawn across the strings to tell him of the beautiful world you have found." "Yes, sir," said David simply.

Then, with a suddenly radiant smile: "And NOW I can't help finding it a beautiful world, you know, 'cause I don't count the hours I don't like." "You don't what ?--oh, I remember," returned Mr.Jack, a quick change coming to his face.
"Yes, the sundial, you know, where my Lady of the Roses lives." "Jack, what is a sundial ?" broke in Jill eagerly.
Jack turned, as if in relief.
"Hullo, girlie, you there ?--and so still all this time?
Ask David.
He'll tell you what a sundial is.