"'Read the best books first, or you may not have a chance to read them at all.'
"'We do not learn much from learned books, but from sincere human books: frank, honest biographies.'
"'At least let us have healthy books. Let the poet be as vigorous as a sugar-maple, with sap enough to maintain his own verdure, besides what runs into the trough; and not like a vine which, being cut in the spring, bears no fruit, but bleeds to death in the endeavor to heal its wounds.'"
"That will do for you," said Rose, still thinking of the new suspicion which pleased her by its very improbability.
Mac flashed a quick look at her and shut the book, saying quietly, though his eyes shone, and a conscious smile lurked about his mouth,—
"We shall see, and no one need meddle; for, as my Thoreau says,—
"'Whate'er we leave to God, God does
And blesses us:
The work we choose should be our own
God lets alone.'"
Rose sat silent, as if conscious that she deserved his poetical reproof.
"Come, you have catechised me pretty well; now I'll take my turn and ask why you look 'uplifted,' as you call it. What have you been doing to make yourself more like your namesake than ever?" asked Mac, carrying war into the enemy's camp with the sudden question.
