shmuel thanked her and bowed and turned blushing back to his seat , smiling very broadly , and that night after dinner he wrote of the lady on the tram , and how she drew voice from the courage of brave winstanley , and then he turned to the beginning of the story and wrote of birth and death and he wrote of love and the goodness in some people who will not bow down and he wrote until his mother yelled up the stairs and told him to go to bed .