"
"Are they good?"
"He can write; but he hasn't found anything real to write about. Lucy clasped her hands over her ears as it screamed. The question ceased to be a tea-table talk, and became suddenly tragically real
for Ann Veronica. And you will. It is a lovely little appendage to
the mother who smiles over it, and it does things quaintly like her, gestures with
her very gestures. And ever after it struck him that her backward smile as
she disappeared was charged with some special significance. To preach a fine sermon every Sunday so that he would lose neither the art nor
the impulse; and this child, in secret rebellion, taking it down in long hand
during odd hours in the week! Preaching grandiloquently before a few score
natives who understood little beyond the gestures, for the single purpose of
warding off disintegration! It reminded the doctor of a stubborn retreat; from
barricade to barricade, grimly fighting to keep the enemy at bay, that insidious
enemy of the white man in the South Seas—inertia. ”
The cab rumbled off. Was there anything he could do!
"No, Hoddy; nothing.
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