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The wise man buildeth many castles , but he abideth not therein , lest they crumble about his ears and crush him . Castles built of air often fall of stone . Therefore , only the foolish man keeps revel in the great hall or slumbers in the donjon-keep . * * * * * Early upon the second Sunday after the Bayses ' advent to Indianapolis , Dic , disdaining the stage , rode a-horseback and covered the distance before noon . Mr. Bays and Tom received him with open arms . Rita would have done likewise in a more literal sense could she have had him alone for a moment . But you can see her smiles and hear her gentle heart beats , even as Dic saw and heard them .