And there is an art that is like Fairlands--petty and shallow and mean--with only the fictitious value that its devotees assume, but never, actually, realize.

Listen, Aaron, don't continue to misread your mother's letters.

Don't misunderstand her as thinking that the place she coveted for you is a place within the power of these people to give.
Come with me into the mountains, yonder.

Come, and let us see if, in those hills of God, you cannot find yourself." When Conrad Lagrange finished, the artist stood, for a little, without reply--irresolute, before his picture--the check in his hand.

At last, still without speaking, he went back to the table, where he wrote briefly his reply to Mr.Taine.When he had finished, he handed his letter to the older man, who read: Dear Sir: In reply to yours of the 13th, inst., enclosing your check in payment for the portrait of Mrs.Taine; I appreciate your generosity, but cannot, now, accept it.
I find, upon further consideration, that the portrait does not fully satisfy me.