But--I don't believe you are going to tell your father just that." "No, sir, I don't believe I am," accorded David soberly.
"I have an idea that you're going to find that answer just where your father said you would--in your violin.

See if you don't.

Things that aren't beautiful you'll make beautiful--because we find what we are looking for, and you're looking for beautiful things.

After all, boy, if we march straight ahead, chin up, and sing our own little song with all our might and main, we shan't come so far amiss from the goal, I'm thinking.

There! that's preaching, and I didn't mean to preach; but--well, to tell the truth, that was meant for myself, for--I'm hunting for the beautiful world, too." "Yes, sir, I know," returned David fervently.