“No，heonlylivestodogood。”Mrs。Addingreturned。“He’swithRose；

　　won’tyoucomeinandseethem？”

　　Rosewaslyingbackonthepillowsofasofa，fromwhichtheywouldnotlethimgetup。HewasfullofthetriptoHolland，andhadalreadypushedKenby，asKenbyowned，beyondtheboundsofhisverygeneralknowledgeoftheDutchlanguage，whichRosehadplansfortakingupaftertheyweresettledinSchevleningen。Theboyscoffedatthenotionthathewasnotperfectlywell，andhewishedtotalkwithMarchonthepointswherehehadfoundKenbywanting。

　　“Kenbyisanencyclopaediacomparedwithme，Rose。”theeditorprotested，andheamplifiedhisignorancefortheboy’sgoodtoanextentwhichRosesawwasajoke。HeleftHollandtotalkaboutotherthingswhichhismotherthoughtquiteasbadforhim。HewishedtoknowifMarchdidnotthinkthatthestatueofthebishopwiththesparrowonitsfingerwasasubjectforapoem；andMarchsaidgaylythatifRosewouldwriteithewouldprintitin’EveryOtherWeek’。

　　Theboyflushedwithpleasureathisbanter。“No，Icouldn’tdoit。

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