No, not _trouble_ exactly--but you know what
I mean.
MRS. EVERITT
Yes, Walter, I'm afraid I know exactly what you mean. Lots of us are
cursed with the same instinct. I am, and sometimes I believe your father
is, too. It ought to be that when one sees a thing clearly in his own
mind, and knows it is best, others--at least those near to him--should
somehow be aware of it. But they usually are not.
WALTER
No. And it's those nearest one that it's hardest to say things to. But
to-night, somehow, I don't feel that way.
MRS. EVERITT
Tell me.
WALTER
It's this architecture. You remember when I used to play with water colors
all the while, and say I was going to be an artist?
MRS. EVERITT
Yes, but--
WALTER
Father always said I would get over it. But when I didn't, then it
occurred to him that if I learned architecture I could help him in his
building.... I thought architecture would be the same. But it isn't. I
can't see any art in it at all--it's nothing but engineering.
MRS. EVERITT
But Walter, you haven't gone far enough in it. The art will come later.
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