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"
She
is
right
!
Talent
isn
’
t
genius
,
and
you
can
’
t
make
it
so
.
That
music
has
taken
the
vanity
out
of
me
as
Rome
took
it
out
of
her
,
and
I
won
’
t
be
a
humbug
any
longer
.
Now
what
shall
I
do
?
"
That
seemed
a
hard
question
to
answer
,
and
Laurie
began
to
wish
he
had
to
work
for
his
daily
bread
.
Now
if
ever
,
occurred
an
eligible
opportunity
for
‘
going
to
the
devil
’
,
as
he
once
forcibly
expressed
it
,
for
he
had
plenty
of
money
and
nothing
to
do
,
and
Satan
is
proverbially
fond
of
providing
employment
for
full
and
idle
hands
.
The
poor
fellow
had
temptations
enough
from
without
and
from
within
,
but
he
withstood
them
pretty
well
,
for
much
as
he
valued
liberty
,
he
valued
good
faith
and
confidence
more
,
so
his
promise
to
his
grandfather
,
and
his
desire
to
be
able
to
look
honestly
into
the
eyes
of
the
women
who
loved
him
,
and
say
"
All
’
s
well
,
"
kept
him
safe
and
steady
.
Very
likely
some
Mrs
.
Grundy
will
observe
,
"
I
don
’
t
believe
it
,
boys
will
be
boys
,
young
men
must
sow
their
wild
oats
,
and
women
must
not
expect
miracles
.
"
I
dare
say
you
don
’
t
,
Mrs
.
Grundy
,
but
it
’
s
true
nevertheless
.
Women
work
a
good
many
miracles
,
and
I
have
a
persuasion
that
they
may
perform
even
that
of
raising
the
standard
of
manhood
by
refusing
to
echo
such
sayings
.
Let
the
boys
be
boys
,
the
longer
the
better
,
and
let
the
young
men
sow
their
wild
oats
if
they
must
.
But
mothers
,
sisters
,
and
friends
may
help
to
make
the
crop
a
small
one
,
and
keep
many
tares
from
spoiling
the
harvest
,
by
believing
,
and
showing
that
they
believe
,
in
the
possibility
of
loyalty
to
the
virtues
which
make
men
manliest
in
good
women
’
s
eyes
.
If
it
is
a
feminine
delusion
,
leave
us
to
enjoy
it
while
we
may
,
for
without
it
half
the
beauty
and
the
romance
of
life
is
lost
,
and
sorrowful
forebodings
would
embitter
all
our
hopes
of
the
brave
,
tenderhearted
little
lads
,
who
still
love
their
mothers
better
than
themselves
and
are
not
ashamed
to
own
it
.
Laurie
thought
that
the
task
of
forgetting
his
love
for
Jo
would
absorb
all
his
powers
for
years
,
but
to
his
great
surprise
he
discovered
it
grew
easier
every
day
.
He
refused
to
believe
it
at
first
,
got
angry
with
himself
,
and
couldn
’
t
understand
it
,
but
these
hearts
of
ours
are
curious
and
contrary
things
,
and
time
and
nature
work
their
will
in
spite
of
us
.
Laurie
’
s
heart
wouldn
’
t
ache
.
The
wound
persisted
in
healing
with
a
rapidity
that
astonished
him
,
and
instead
of
trying
to
forget
,
he
found
himself
trying
to
remember
.
He
had
not
foreseen
this
turn
of
affairs
,
and
was
not
prepared
for
it
.
He
was
disgusted
with
himself
,
surprised
at
his
own
fickleness
,
and
full
of
a
queer
mixture
of
disappointment
and
relief
that
he
could
recover
from
such
a
tremendous
blow
so
soon
.
He
carefully
stirred
up
the
embers
of
his
lost
love
,
but
they
refused
to
burst
into
a
blaze
.
There
was
only
a
comfortable
glow
that
warmed
and
did
him
good
without
putting
him
into
a
fever
,
and
he
was
reluctantly
obliged
to
confess
that
the
boyish
passion
was
slowly
subsiding
into
a
more
tranquil
sentiment
,
very
tender
,
a
little
sad
and
resentful
still
,
but
that
was
sure
to
pass
away
in
time
,
leaving
a
brotherly
affection
which
would
last
unbroken
to
the
end
.
As
the
word
‘
brotherly
’
passed
through
his
mind
in
one
of
his
reveries
,
he
smiled
,
and
glanced
up
at
the
picture
of
Mozart
that
was
before
him
.
.
.
"
Well
,
he
was
a
great
man
,
and
when
he
couldn
’
t
have
one
sister
he
took
the
other
,
and
was
happy
.
"
Laurie
did
not
utter
the
words
,
but
he
thought
them
,
and
the
next
instant
kissed
the
little
old
ring
,
saying
to
himself
,
"
No
,
I
won
’
t
!
I
haven
’
t
forgotten
,
I
never
can
.
I
’
ll
try
again
,
and
if
that
fails
,
why
then
.
.
.
"
Leaving
his
sentence
unfinished
,
he
seized
pen
and
paper
and
wrote
to
Jo
,
telling
her
that
he
could
not
settle
to
anything
while
there
was
the
least
hope
of
her
changing
her
mind
.
Couldn
’
t
she
,
wouldn
’
t
she
—
and
let
him
come
home
and
be
happy
?
While
waiting
for
an
answer
he
did
nothing
,
but
he
did
it
energetically
,
for
he
was
in
a
fever
of
impatience
.
It
came
at
last
,
and
settled
his
mind
effectually
on
one
point
,
for
Jo
decidedly
couldn
’
t
and
wouldn
’
t
.
She
was
wrapped
up
in
Beth
,
and
never
wished
to
hear
the
word
love
again
.
Then
she
begged
him
to
be
happy
with
somebody
else
,
but
always
keep
a
little
corner
of
his
heart
for
his
loving
sister
Jo
.
In
a
postscript
she
desired
him
not
to
tell
Amy
that
Beth
was
worse
,
she
was
coming
home
in
the
spring
and
there
was
no
need
of
saddening
the
remainder
of
her
stay
.
That
would
be
time
enough
,
please
God
,
but
Laurie
must
write
to
her
often
,
and
not
let
her
feel
lonely
,
homesick
or
anxious
.
