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had come back from somewhere q
long. long way.
SO. first. I saw Harry nnsiand.
go and change your dress.
Dara; you are very dirty" said
Lorraine's sweet flowing voice. !
wandered on to my cave-bedroom.
passing Dinah on the way. She
had stopped weeping now. but she
carried her head very much on one
side. and sighed . good deal. She
had a large hot pie in her hands;
It smelled extremely good. Dinah
broke q piece on the edge as she
went. and swallowed 1t with q ju.
dicial air.
mo matter who or what he is"
she said. with the accent Of recent
tears still In her voice. that pies
worthy Of him. II he's worthy OF
IT," She contrived-I really do not
know how~-to give her last remark
the air of q religious saying.
What else Is there?" I asked
with interest.
Never you mind" said Dinah
darkly. II don't want none OF you
about the dining room, Miss Dara,
feathering your pockets with the
best Of everything while my backs
turned"
g ~ suppose that's one OF your
portmanteau words for feathering
ones nest and flling ones pockets"
offered scornfully, bei:-g hurt by
the (entirely just) accusation.
You e. ard clea.. yourself, Miss"
was her answer. Il can't stop here.
with the stew just simpering in the
pot"
went. dressed myself In my
only good" dress--a changeable
blue-and-green silk from China that
father had bought from passing
ship, because 1t was the color OF
the sea in sunshine and because I
loved the sea. Itied a fillet Of the
same bright stun through my long
red-brown hair and hung about my
neck my only ornaments large
crystal from tho Hall Of Perse-
phone, slung to a thin gold chain.
It may seem trivial to record these
things. II is not. Much Of my
whole life's future as It lay before
me then was to turn on Just so
slight a hinge as the dress and the
ornaments I wore.
Occupied before my mirror. I
missed what should have liked 20
see. the heaving to of the schooner.
the slowing of her sails. the land
ing of her captain on our little man.
grove jetty. BY the time I came
rustling into the big cave hall, ey-
ceedingly pleased with my own
magnificence, the whole thing was
over. and father was walking up
from the sea-beach side by side
with our new guest.
Shyness, especially in those
island days. was no fault of mine.
] ran to meet them, leaving Lor-
raine. in her trailing black. expect.
ant at the entrance of the cave. I
remember how my emerald blue
silks tossed and shimmered in the
sun as ran, and how my hair,
caught by the fresh breeze,
streamed out like a great wave Of
copper, so that l had to part it with
my hands. and hold 1t back, to see
father and Captain England when I
had come up to them.
,. Harry England! Harry England!
Even now, after all that has passed,
now. with my copper hair enamelled
with silver, and the heavy, heavy
little band on my third finger grow
Ing nat and worn, your name still
sings to me. Oh. whoever she may
love or marry, there is never but
one man In a woman's life whose
name can sing that nightingale note
to her.
Think you, Mrs. Herbert Smiths,
Mrs, Arthur Leighs. Mrs. Briggs,
Lady Campbells. Lady William
Stranges, and the rest-you are
married so long that you cannot re-
member you were ever single; you
have sons and daughters who are
all the world to you; you are fond
OF your husbands and proud of
them. But are those names that
you have seen on your cards for
so many, many years the names
that sang to you once, in the dawn
Of life-once and never again?
There may be a woman in a
thousand-nay, I know there will
be-who can answer "yes." But
of the rest-well, Herbert and Ar.
thur and William are good men,
and you are glad you married
them; I know yo1 are. Let II rest
at that. Men know very little
after all the ages Of marriage con.
cerning the women they marry.
We had just as soon they did not
know more. You wives whose
wedding rings are growing thin
may fill In the blanks between my
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