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Soon
thereafter
he
announced
to
me
that
she
had
got
a
box
.
"
One
box
!
"
I
said
with
a
sneer
.
"
She
made
it
herself
,
"
retorted
David
hotly
.
I
got
little
real
information
from
him
about
the
work
,
partly
because
David
loses
his
footing
when
he
descends
to
the
practical
,
and
perhaps
still
more
because
he
found
me
unsympathetic
.
But
when
he
blurted
out
the
title
,
"
The
Little
White
Bird
,
"
I
was
like
one
who
had
read
the
book
to
its
last
page
.
I
knew
at
once
that
the
white
bird
was
the
little
daughter
Mary
would
fain
have
had
.
Somehow
I
had
always
known
that
she
would
like
to
have
a
little
daughter
,
she
was
that
kind
of
woman
,
and
so
long
as
she
had
the
modesty
to
see
that
she
could
not
have
one
,
I
sympathised
with
her
deeply
,
whatever
I
may
have
said
about
her
book
to
David
.
In
those
days
Mary
had
the
loveliest
ideas
for
her
sad
little
book
,
and
they
came
to
her
mostly
in
the
morning
when
she
was
only
three-parts
awake
,
but
as
she
stepped
out
of
bed
they
all
flew
away
like
startled
birds
.
I
gathered
from
David
that
this
depressed
her
exceedingly
.
Oh
,
Mary
,
your
thoughts
are
much
too
pretty
and
holy
to
show
themselves
to
anyone
but
yourself
.
The
shy
things
are
hiding
within
you
.
If
they
could
come
into
the
open
they
would
not
be
a
book
,
they
would
be
little
Barbara
.
But
that
was
not
the
message
I
sent
her
.
"
She
will
never
be
able
to
write
it
,
"
I
explained
to
David
.
"
She
has
not
the
ability
.
Tell
her
I
said
that
.
"
I
remembered
now
that
for
many
months
I
had
heard
nothing
of
her
ambitious
project
,
so
I
questioned
David
and
discovered
that
it
was
abandoned
.
He
could
not
say
why
,
nor
was
it
necessary
that
he
should
,
the
trivial
little
reason
was
at
once
so
plain
to
me
.
From
that
moment
all
my
sympathy
with
Mary
was
spilled
,
and
I
searched
for
some
means
of
exulting
over
her
until
I
found
it
.
It
was
this
.
I
decided
,
unknown
even
to
David
,
to
write
the
book
"
The
Little
White
Bird
,
"
of
which
she
had
proved
herself
incapable
,
and
then
when
,
in
the
fulness
of
time
,
she
held
her
baby
on
high
,
implying
that
she
had
done
a
big
thing
,
I
was
to
hold
up
the
book
.
I
venture
to
think
that
such
a
devilish
revenge
was
never
before
planned
and
carried
out
.
Yes
,
carried
out
,
for
this
is
the
book
,
rapidly
approaching
completion
.
She
and
I
are
running
a
neck-and-neck
race
.
