"It must be the only way to keep them happy and busy 'up there.' They let them take turns, and those not on duty, probably float around and criticise." "They've given a good man his turn to-night," said John; "some quiet colorist, a poetic, friendly soul, no Turner--though I think I've seen a Turner sunset or two in Plattville." "It was a sculptor's sunset this evening.

Did you see it ?--great massy clouds piled heap on heap, almost with violence.

I'm sure it was Michelangelo.

The judge didn't think it meant Michelangelo; he thought it meant rain." "Michelangelo gets a chance rather often, doesn't he, considering the number of art people there must be over there?
I believe I've seen a good many sunsets of his, and a few dawns, too; the dawns not for a long time--I used to see them more frequently toward the close of senior year, when we sat up all night talking, knowing we'd lose one another soon, and trying to hold on as long as we could." She turned to him with a little frown.

"Why have you never let Tom Meredith know you were living so near him, less than a hundred miles, when he has always liked and admired you above all the rest of mankind?
I know that he has tried time and again to hear of you, but the other men wrote that they knew nothing--that it was thought you had gone abroad.