"Your sculptor knows it is just as hard to find an ideal boy's figure as an ideal girl's; and if he has to modify the most perfect girl's figure, he has to modify the most perfect boy's figure as well.

If he refines the girl's breasts and hips he has to pad the boy's ribs and tone down the great staring knee-bones and the unlovely large ankles; but please go on, I enjoy your special pleading and your romantic passion interests me; though you have not yet come to the romance, let alone the passion." "Oh, Frank," he cried, "the story is full of romance; every meeting was an event in my life.

You have no idea how intelligent he is; every evening we spent together he was different; he had grown, developed.

I lent him books and he read them, and his mind opened from week to week like a flower, till in a short time, a few months, he became an exquisite companion and disciple.

Frank, no girl grows like that; they have no minds, and what intelligence they have is all given to wretched vanities, and personal jealousies.