ISABEL. But I don’t like that sort of lesson. I can’t play it properly.

Lecturer. Can you play a Mozart sonata yet, Isabel? The more need to practise. All one’s life is a music, if one touches the notes rightly, and in time. But there must be no hurry.

Kathleen. I’m sure there’s no music in stopping in on a rainy day.

Lecturer. There’s no music in a ‘rest,’ Katie, that I know of: but there’s the making of music in it. And people are always missing that part of the life-melody; and scrambling on without counting — not that it’s easy to count; but nothing on which so much depends ever is easy. People are always talking of perseverance, and courage, and fortitude; but patience is the finest and worthiest part of fortitude, — and the rarest, too.