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Candace was baking the very first batch of rhubarb pies for the season and the odour was so tempting I couldn't keep away from the kitchen door. Now Candace was a splendid cook about chicken gizzards the liver was always mother's doughnuts and tarts, but I never really did believe she would cut into a fresh rhubarb pie, even for me.
Her love for him and her determination to be his wife were not in the least dulled by these reflections. The doors to the great banquet-hall were thrown open at last and in the disorder that followed she wondered who was to lead her to the feasting. The Duke of Mizrox claimed the Princess Candace.
"Going to tell mamma! oh, how did she ever get courage?" "I begged her I told her it was the only way." "You! why, Cannie, how did you dare?" cried Gertrude. "I never would have ventured to do that." "So Georgie said," replied Candace, simply; "but I was sure the thing to do was for her to go straight to Cousin Kate." A LONG hush followed these few words of explanation.
"It sounds as if there were some special story connected with it. Is there?" "Ye es," Anthony was obliged to admit. "There is a legend that it was used as a tomb by the first Queen Candace, who lived about two hundred years B.C. after Ptolemy Philadelphus. She used to reign over what they called the "Island of Meroee."
The felicitous studiousness and the studious felicity of the all-powerful eunuch, of whom we are told in the Acts, who had been so mightily kindled by the love of the prophetic writings that he ceased not from his reading by reason of his journey, had banished all thought of the populous palace of Queen Candace, and had forgotten even the treasures of which he was the keeper, and had neglected alike his journey and the chariot in which he rode.
But if, on the strength of this, any one else ventured a reproof, Candace was immediately round on the other side: "Dat ar' chile gwin' to be spiled, 'cause dey's allers a-pickin' on him; he's well enough, on'y let him alone."
Borrow said when I told him, I was describing your man, Corkran, whose place he took on your yacht Candace." "Well, I'm hanged! If that's not the rummiest go! I only hope he's not in that recess or deep doorway now, if it leads into your mountain.
Wouldn't you like to take a seat in the wheel-house, Miss? The wind's blowing pretty fresh." Candace was not aware that this was a distinguishing attention which the Captain did not pay everybody, and which she owed partly to her connection with Mrs. Gray and partly to her solitary look, which had touched Captain Peleg's benevolent heart.
Candace, who had sat down opposite Aunt Myra every day as long as she could remember at the small pine table in the yellow-painted kitchen, with always the same thick iron-stone ware plates and cups, the same little black tray to hold the tea-things, the same good, substantial, prosaic fare, served without the least attempt at grace or decoration, had never dreamed of such a dinner as was usual at the Grays'. She said not a word to express her astonishment; but she glanced at the thick cluster of maiden-hair ferns which quivered in the middle of the table from an oval stand of repoussé brass, at the slender glasses of tea-roses which stood on either side, at the Sèvres dishes of fruit, sweet biscuits, and dried ginger, and wondered if this were to be all the dinner.
"Thank you," said Candace, timidly, glancing at Mrs. Gray. "That will be very nice," said her cousin. "Cannie has not been on the water yet. It is a new pleasure for her. At four o'clock, you said, Mrs. Joy?" "Yes, dear, at four. And don't trouble to send down for the girls.
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