"Well, have you made any others ?" "One--or two, maybe." "Let me see them, please." "I think--we've had enough--for today," she faltered.
"I haven't.

Besides, if I could have a couple more to go with this, it would make a very pretty little group of songs." "'To go with this'! What do you mean ?" "To the publishers, of course." "The PUBLISHERS!" "Certainly.

Did you think you were going to keep these songs to yourself ?" "But they aren't worth it! They can't be--good enough!" Unbelieving joy was in Billy's voice.
"No?
Well, we'll let others decide that," observed Cyril, with a shrug.
"All is, if you've got any more wood--like this--I advise you to make it up right away." "But I have already!" cried the girl, excitedly.

"There are lots of little things that I've--that is, there are--some," she corrected hastily, at the look that sprang into Cyril's eyes.
"Oh, there are," laughed Cyril.

"Well, we'll see what--" But he did not see.