Thats the second compliment she has paid me,
thought Emily. And oh,PLEASE let somebody find out that Ilses mother didnt do
THAT.
She doesnt know that YOUknow she poisoned
Smoke and Buttercup.
It is not often we findone made of flesh and
blood.
One swayed with a queer fiery grace in
thedraught from the door.
I dont know if it will do any good buttry it.
Im going to keep it, Aunt Nancy said, grinning and shaking hergold tassels. He
had a right to the inner sanctuary and she yielded itunquestionably. I THINK I
could manage EVERYTHING else verynicely.
Ive heard she was a great beauty, said
Caroline.
Aunt Nancy andCaroline returned to the back
parlour and their cribbage. You haveprobably discovered by this time that my
Lady Aunt detests me. I wanted this, said Emily, waving her farewell-summer.
But Ihave to wear my buttoned boots in the afternoons, and I hatebuttoned
boots.
She told him all about herself and her doings
and beings. Dean Priest leaned against the gnarled old fir.
She always called him Jarback rather
contemptuously,while Caroline scrupulously called him Dean.
The portion upon which one of her legs lay was
quite loose andpendent also. Yet she could not keep fromthinking about it, day
and night. How glad she was to see his kindface with its gentle, elfish eyes
and forked beard again! She felt, as she wrote to her fatherafterwards, as if a
little bird was singing in my heart. Itwould be very dreadful to be there when
it got dark. Take your wonderful aster homeand keep it as long as you
can.
He had a right to the inner sanctuary and she
yielded itunquestionably.
One, with a long wick, glowedand smouldered
like a sulky little demon.
Last night I wept onmy pilllow, like the
heroins in Aunt Nancys books do. His lips were thin and sensitive, with
awhimsical curve. To die here, all alone, far away from home!
I wanted this, said Emily, waving her
farewell-summer.
If you like Ill kiss you good-bye, she said
chokily.
She wasdesperately afraid that Aunt Nancy
would branch off to somethingelse. Might as well learnspades are spades now as
ever.
I wrote a whole poem yesterday when it rained
and I couldnt getout, she said.
Emily felt an odd sensation of rebellion. She
felt quite asrelieved then as if she had really said it.