\"IfIwerethefinestpainterintheworld，hewouldn’tthinkanythingofmeforit，I’mafraid;butifIcouldshowhimhandfulsofbigchequesforbadpicturesIhadpainted，hewouldrespectme。\"
Shesmiled，andsaid:\"Ilovehim。\"
\"ThenIshalllikehim，\"Harzansweredsimply。
Sheputherhandout，andherfingersmethis。\"Weshallbelate，\"
shesaid，glowing，andcatchingupherbook:\"I’malwayslate！\"