Show to the brownings had an apartment near the rond point where we used to go and seo them only to find the same warm and tranquil atmosphere that we used to breathe at rome the sofa drawn out the tiny lady in the corner the afternoon sun dazzling in at the window on one occasion ton aide was laying a visit he had been talking about books and half laughing he turned to a young woman who had jast come in and asked her when her forthcoming work would be ready young persons are ashamed and very properly so of their early fail arcs of their de bouches and wild attempts at authorship and this one was no exception to tho common law and answered never somewhat too emphatically and then it was that air browning spoke of one of those chaice sayings which make headings to the chapters of ones life all in good time he said and he went on to ak a k us all if we remembered tho epitaph on the roman lady who sat at home and spun wool yon must spin your wool some day he eaid kindly to the would be authoress every woman has wool to spin of home sort 0 another it so he said and he tamed to his wife 1 went homo feeling quite impressed by the little speech it had been so gravely ard kindly made my blurred pages looked altogether different somehow it was spinning wool it was not wasting ones time ones temper it was something more thau spoiling paper and pens anne T ritchie in harpers |