Beta Book

"You'll never write a poem, and you'll never be in love!" he said,
with solemn emphasis.
"Oh, you are wrong!" said Verty, laying his violin on the desk, and
caressing Longears. "I think I'm in love now, Mr. Roundjacket!"
"What?"
"I'm in love."
"With whom?"
"Redbud," said Verty.
Roundjacket looked at the young man.
"Redbud Summers?" he said.
Verty nodded.
Roundjacket's face was suddenly illuminated with a smile; and he
looked more intently still at Verty.
"Tell me all about it," he said, with the interest of a lover himself;
"have you had any moonlight, any flowers, music, and that sort of
things?"
"Oh, yes! we had the flowers!" said Verty.
"Where?"
"At old Scowley's."
"Who's he?" asked Mr. Roundjacket, staring.
"What!" cried Verty, "don't you know old Scowley?"
"No."
"She's Redbud's school-master--I mean school-mistress, of course; and
Mr. Jinks goes to see Miss Sallianna."
Roundjacket muttered: "Really, a very extraordinary young man.


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