It's all done.

It's only that I'm wondering how I'm going to learn here that it's a beautiful world, so that I can--tell father." Mr.Jack roused himself.

He had the air of a man who determinedly throws to one side a heavy burden.
"Well, David," he smiled, "as I said before, you are still out on that sea where there are so many little upturned boats.

There might be a good many ways of answering that question." "Mr.Holly says," mused the boy, aloud, a little gloomily, "that it doesn't make any difference whether we find things beautiful or not; that we're here to do something serious in the world." "That is about what I should have expected of Mr.Holly" retorted Mr.
Jack grimly.

"He acts it--and looks it.