He sat gazing at her, and Patty, fairly beaming with eager interest, waited.
For some minutes he sat, silent, almost motionless, and she began to grow restless.
"I don't want to hurry you," she said, at last, "but I mustn't stay here too long.

Please write it now, Mr.Blaney.

I'm sure you can do it,--why delay ?" "Yes, I can do it," he said, "but I want to get the highest, the divinest inspiration, in order to produce a gem worthy of your acceptance." "Well, don't wait longer for that.

Give me your second best, if need be,--only write something.

I've always wanted to see a real, true poet write a real true poem.