Crane did first-rate; I'd a been glad to have told him so--it would a been so encouragin' to him.
Then there wuz another picter in the English section called "The Passing of Arthur" that rousted up deep emotions.
I'd hearn Thomas J.read so much about Arthur, and that round extension table of hisen, that I seemed to be well acquainted with him and his mates.
I knew that he had a dretful hard time on't, what with his wife a-fallin' in love with another man--which is always hard to bear--and etcetry.

And I always approved of his doin's.
He never tried to go West to git a divorce.

No; he merely sez to her, when she knelt at his feet a-wantin' to make up with him, he sez, "Live so that in Heaven thou shalt be Arthur's true wife, and not another's." I'll bet that shamed Genevere, and made her feel real bad.
And his death-bed always seemed dretful pathetic to me.
And here it wuz all painted out.

The boat floatin' out on the pale golden green light, and Arthur a-layin' there with the three queens a-weepin' over him.

A-floatin' on to the island valley of Avilion, "Where falls not hail nor rain, nor any snow." And then there wuz a picter by Whistler, called "The Princess of the Land of Porcelain." You couldn't really tell why that slender little figger in the long trailin' silken robes, and the deep dark eyes, and vivid red lips should take such a holt on you.
But she did, and that face peers out of Memory-aisles time and time agin, and you wake up a-thinkin' on her in the night.
Mr.Whistler must a been dretful interested himself in the Lady of the Land of Porcelain, or he couldn't have interested other folks so.
And then there wuz another by Mr.Whistler, called "The Lady of the Yellow Buskin." A poem of glowin' color and life.
And right there nigh by wuz one by Mr.Chase, jest about as good.