The musician might compose something and play it, wanting you to think of the Holy Grail, and some people who heard it would think of a prayer-meeting, and some would think of how good they were themselves, and a boy might think of himself at the head of a solemn procession, carrying a banner and riding a white horse.

And then, if there were some jubilant passages in the music, he'd think of a circus." They had reached her gate, and she set her hand upon it, but did not open it.

Bibbs felt that this was almost the kindest of her kindnesses--not to be prompt in leaving him.
"After all," she said, "you didn't tell me whether you liked it." "No.

I didn't need to." "No, that's true, and I didn't need to ask.

I knew.