He has never read a word of them." "Well, he doesn't have to.

He can write his own poems." "Does he?
Is he a poet, really ?" "Yes, Nan, he is.

And he's all right, and Alla is, too.

I don't like all their associate souls, but I like a lot of them, and you would too, if you saw them in their proper setting.

Anyhow, their old symposium has tired my little brain all up, and with many thanks for your kind charity,--what there was of it--I'll let you go, if you really feel you must." Nan laughed, for there was deep good feeling between these two, then she kissed Patty good night and went off with the empty tray..