She said: "I'm sorry; only it made me think of 'Sermons in stones, Books in the running brooks,' and the indignant gentleman who said: 'What damn nonsense! It's "sermons in _books_, _stones_ in the running brooks!"' Do go on, Scott, dear, I don't mean to be frivolous; it is fine of you to wish for fame----" "It isn't fame alone, although I wouldn't mind it if I deserved it.

It's that I want to do just one thing that amounts to something.

I wish you'd give me an idea, Kathleen, something useful in--say in entomology." Together they walked back to the terrace.

Duane had gone; Geraldine sat sideways on the parapet, her brown eyes fixed on the road along which her lover had departed.
"Geraldine," said Kathleen, who very seldom relapsed into the vernacular, "this brother of yours desires to perform some startling stunt in entomology and be awarded Carnegie medals." "That's about it," said Scott, undaunted.

"Some wise guy put it all over the Boll-weevil, and saved a few billions for the cotton growers; another gentleman full of scientific thinks studied out the San Jose scale; others have got in good licks at mosquitoes and house-flies.