I want to hear it all--all!" David gave a contented sigh, and settled himself more comfortably.
"Well, to begin with, you see, I told her the story long ago, before I was sick, and she was ever so interested then, and asked lots of questions.

Then the other day something came up--I've forgotten how--about the ending, and I told her how hard I'd tried to have you change it, but you wouldn't.

And she spoke right up quick and said probably you didn't want to change it, anyhow.

But of course I settled THAT question without any trouble," went on David confidently, "by just telling her how you said you'd give anything in the world to change it." "And you told her that--just that, David ?" cried the man.
"Why, yes, I had to," answered David, in surprise, "else she wouldn't have known that you DID want to change it.

Don't you see ?" "Oh, yes! I--see--a good deal that I'm thinking you don't," muttered Mr.Jack, falling back in his chair.
"Well, then is when I told her about the logical ending--what you said, you know,--oh, yes! and that was when I found out she did n't like the ending, because she laughed such a funny little laugh and colored up, and said that she wasn't sure she could tell me what a logical ending was, but that she would try to find out, and that, anyhow, YOUR ending wouldn't be hers--she was sure of that." "David, did she say that--really ?" Mr.Jack was on his feet now.
"She did; and then yesterday she asked me to come over, and she said some more things,--about the story, I mean,--but she didn't say another thing about the ending.