He ducked them behind him when he saw me. I
reached for them sternly, and he pulled them out rather sheepishly. I
read the titles, 'Spheral Mentality,' 'Infinite Spheres,' 'Spheral
Harmony.'
"'Made me promise to read 'em, too,' he confided in a whisper. 'And by
George, she is worth it.'
"Oh, I tell you, Carol, these boarding-houses are chuck full of
literary material. Really, I am developing. I know it. I feel it
every day. I rub elbows with every one I meet, and I like it. I don't
care if they aren't 'My Kind' at all. I am learning to reach down to
the same old human nature back of all the different kinds. Isn't that
growth?
"You asked about the millionaire's son. He still comes to see me every
once in a while. He says he can't promise to let me spend all of his
millions for missions if I marry him,--says he has too much fun
spending them on himself,--but he insists that I may do whatever I like
with him. Isn't it too bad I can't feel called upon to take him in
hand?
"Anyhow, if I had a million dollars do you know what I would do? Buy
an orphans' home, and dump 'em all in a big ship and go sailing,
sailing over the bounding main. I'd kidnap Julia and take her along.
"He was here last week, and sent his love to you, and best wishes to
David.
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