It goes on and on and on forever, and if you write it for a
thousand years you are still as far from the end as when you began. It
will carry you round the world and back again, and never diminish. It
is the mathematical emblem of the nature of true love."
"Is it so serious as all that, Kate, or are you just fooling again?"
asked Dorothy, more soberly than heretofore. "Has he spoken to you?"
"Spoken? He has done nothing but speak, and I have listened-- oh, so
intently, and with such deep understanding. He has never before met
such a woman as I, and has frankly told me so."
"I am very glad he appreciates you, dear."
"Yes, you see, Dorothy, I am really much deeper than the ordinary
woman. Who, for instance, could find such a beautiful love simile from
a book of arithmetic costing twenty-five cents, as I have unearthed
from decimal fractions? With that example in mind how can you doubt
that other volumes of college learning reveal to me their inner
meaning? John presented to me, as he said good-by, a beautifully bound
copy of that celebrated text-book, 'Saunders' Analytical Chemistry,'
with particularly tender passages marked in pencil, by his own dear
hand."
Rather bewildered, for Kate's expression was one of pathos, unrelieved
by any gleam of humor, Dorothy nevertheless laughed, although the
laugh brought no echo from Katherine.
"And did you give him a volume of Browning in return?"
"No, I didn't.
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