Gobby and Boyd had laughed indulgently and said, "Good old Maeterlinck!" the magus, the keeper of the mysteries, had become the good old prestidigitator, whose most famous trick was to produce from his sleeve a flock of bluebirds that nested in hundreds of Tea Rooms and Gifte Shoppes everywhere.
Barrie was lost to her, too. She had said "Barrie" and instantly they had responded:
"Oh, Barrie!"
"Delicious Barrie!"
"Charming Barrie!"
"And now all together, boys and girls! One, two, three"
"Whimsical Barrie!"
And she had known she didn't think so much of Barrie. But she must read some—what was it? Dostoevski.
"Only to Give, Give, Give," she wrote in her Secret Journal. "To Sing with a clear shiningness, no matter out of what loneliness and pain, and make the Song the sweeter for
