I corrected. The next time and the next he got them right. Now a great burden seemed to tumble from my shoulders. That torturing jingle departed out of my brain and a grateful sense of rest and peace descended upon me. I was light-hearted enough to sing; and I did sing for half an hour straight along as we went jogging homeward. Then my freed tongue found blessed speech again and the pent talk of many a weary hour began to gush and flow. It flowed on and on joyously jubilantly until the fountain... read more
