And so who shall be applauded if the song be sweet, if the prophecy be true?
I never heard of any one who was so watched and coaxed, so passed along from hand to helping hand, as was I.I always had friends.

They sprang up everywhere, as if they had stood waiting for me to come.

So here was my teacher, the moment she saw that I could give a good paraphrase of her talk on "Snow," bent on finding out what more I could do.

One day she asked me if I had ever written poetry.

I had not, but I went home and tried.