"Plainly, you did not read many of the books in your charge!" "Oh, yes! I went through all in your library--at the time, and came out at the other side not much the wiser.

I was a bookworm then, but when I came to know it, I woke among the butterflies.

To be sure I have given up reading for a good many years--ever since I was made sexton .-- There! I smell Grieg's Wedding March in the quiver of those rose-petals!" I went to the rose-bush and listened hard, but could not hear the thinnest ghost of a sound; I only smelt something I had never before smelt in any rose.

It was still rose-odour, but with a difference, caused, I suppose, by the Wedding March.
When I looked up, there was the bird by my side.
"Mr.Raven," I said, "forgive me for being so rude: I was irritated.
Will you kindly show me my way home?
I must go, for I have an appointment with my bailiff.

One must not break faith with his servants!" "You cannot break what was broken days ago!" he answered.
"Do show me the way," I pleaded.
"I cannot," he returned.