I dont like feather wings on angels, she said
decidedly. I wish she wouldnt clapper-claw Perry so much.
I wanted this, said Emily, waving her
farewell-summer. And, like all female creatures, you form your opinions by
yourfeelings.
And dont go looking foranother teacher,
mind.
He seemed to have the history of the whole worldat
his fingers ends.
They hadmothers, sisters and sweethearts. Ihope YOU
will never disgrace your family by such conduct. She is going to be married andIlse
says that when her father heard it he said God help the man. We will expect you to
take care of it yourself and keep itvery tidy.
The kitten was a delicate bit of striped greyness
that remindedEmily of her dear lost Mikes. She loved him for the world he opened
toher view.
What do you find to do at the Grangebesides writing
poetry? She loved him for the world he opened toher view. Emily HAD grown, taller
and older, insoul, if not in body. Because it means everything the human heart
desires, said Dean.
But you didntseem REAL till that night I came home.
Ah, you see one pays a penalty whenone reaches out for something beyond the
ordinary.
When she wrote to her father a fewdays later she
began the letter, Dear Father and Mother. You dontthink me handsome but you think me
nice. We will expect you to take care of it yourself and keep itvery tidy. You dont
keep your nails clean, thought Emily.
Im sure Ill like studying history after this, said
Emily;except Canadian History. Aunt Elizabeth, coming in from the cook-house, heard
her. Aunt Nancy andCaroline returned to the back parlour and their
cribbage.
What squabble around a ballot-box will ever be
that? The Emily who returnedfrom Wyther Grange was not the Emily who had gone
there.
If Dean Priest were acynic he showed no cynicism to
Emily.
His strange eyes were very kindlyas he met hers.
And, sheadded wonderingly, just for a moment it made me HOMESICK, too.
When she wrote to her father a fewdays later she
began the letter, Dear Father and Mother.
Aunt Elizabeth, coming in from the cook-house,
heard her.
You make me believe in fairies, whether I will or
no, he toldher, and that means youth. He was not handsome but she liked that lean,
clever faceof his with its magnetic green eyes.
No, she said, its only my eyelashes and smile that
are likeMothers. I wanted this, said Emily, waving her farewell-summer. In a few
minutes she always knew whether she liked, disliked,or was indifferent to them. Are
you never lonesome with only those twoold survivals?
In a few minutes she always knew whether she liked,
disliked,or was indifferent to them.