"There is poetry and feeling in it." Miss De Voe said: "That is not the one I should have thought of your liking." "That's womanly," said Lispenard, "they are always deciding what a man should like." "No," denied Miss De Voe.

"But I should think with your liking for children, that you would have preferred that piece of Brown's, rather than this sad, desolate sand-dune." "I cannot say why I like it, except, that I feel as if it had something to do with my own mood at times." "Are you very lonely ?" asked Miss De Voe, in a voice too low for Lispenard to hear.
"Sometimes," said Peter, simply.
"I wish," said Miss De Voe, still speaking low, "that the next time you feel so you would come and see me." "I will," said Peter.
When they parted at the door, Peter thanked Lispenard: "I've really learned a good deal, thanks to Miss De Voe and you.

I've seen the pictures with eyes that know much more about them than mine do." "Well, we'll have to have another turn some day.

We're always in search of listeners." "If you come and see me, Mr.Stirling," said Miss De Voe, "you shall see my pictures.

Good-bye." "So that is your Democratic heeler ?" said Lispenard, eyeing Peter's retreating figure through the carriage window.
"Don't call him that, Lispenard," said Miss De Voe, wincing.
Lispenard laughed, and leaned back into a comfortable attitude.