"Oh, isn't that simply beautiful? And it is signed 'Willie'--why, that
must be Mr. McNeil."
"I reckon he copied it out of some book," said Naida.
"Oh, I know he didn't. It possesses such a touch of originality. And
his eyes, Naida! They have that deep poetical glow!"
The light was finally extinguished; the silvery moonlight streamed
across the foot of the bed, and the regular breathing of the girls
evidenced slumber.