I like to wander round places and make up the
doggondest fool little stories to myself about them; just as bad
as a kiddy, that way."
"And you read such an awful lot, Mr. Wrenn! My! Oh, tell me,
have you ever read anything by Harold Bell Wright or Myrtle
Reed, Mr. Wrenn? They write such sweet stories."
He had not, but he expressed an unconquerable resolve so to do,
and with immediateness. She went on:
"Mrs. Arty told me you had a real big library--nearly a
hundred books and--Do you mind? I went in your room and peeked
at them."
"No, course I don't mind! If there's any of them you'd like to
borrow any time, Miss Nelly, I would be awful glad to lend them
to you.... But, rats! Why, I haven't got hardly any books."
"That's why you haven't wasted any time learning Five Hundred and
things, isn't it? Because you've been so busy reading and so on?"
"Yes, kind of." Mr. Wrenn looked modest.
"Haven't you always been lots of--oh, haven't you always
'magined lots?"
She really seemed to care.
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