That's why your criticism will be so helpful and valuable." She bent her head closely over the lace she was mending for a minute or two, as though she were making a very intricate knot.

Then she looked up again.
"Well, if you wish it, I'll tell you just what I think," she said, quietly--"But you mustn't call it criticism.

I'm not clever enough to judge a book.

I only know what pleases _me_,--and what pleases me may not please the world.

I know very little about authors, and I've taught myself all that I do know.