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"Good-morning, papa," said the eldest, and the other two repeated it in chorus. "We hope you have slept well and had a nice passage across the sea." They evidently had been drilled outside. Then, nature getting uppermost, they patted him patronizingly. "Daddie, darling, have you brought us any new dolls from Paris?" "And I want one with red hair, like Evangeline," said Yseult, the youngest.
"May I have this lady to be my wedded wife, Evangeline? Will you give her to me?" His big voice was very tender. Evangeline looked into his shining eyes. The mystery of love swept through her small, sweet soul. She shut her eyes as if from some light too bright for them. If she were alone, she would say her prayers. But the tender voice was going on.
For myself, I expected to see written over the railway crossings the legend, "Look out for Evangeline while the bell rings."
" ... since the burning of Grand-Pre, When on the falling tide the freighted vessels departed, Bearing a nation, with all its household gods, into exile; Exile without an end, and without an example in story." Of the numerous readers of Evangeline in Lancaster, few now suspect how nearly the sad tale of wantonly-ravaged Acadie touched their own town history.
"Christopher had better be careful of himself! He will have to be answerable to me now." "Do be prudent, Evangeline dear," Lady Merrenden said, gayly, "or you will have Robert breaking the head of every man in the street who even glances at you. He is frantically jealous."
Evangeline, at the window where she had gone to make sure her darlin' dear was safe, presented to Miss Theodosia a square, bony little back that was curiously like that of a dwarfed old woman. The trail of innocent Elly Precious was over that stoopy little figure. Miss Theodosia looked with softened eyes. Then a smile grew in them, wrinkling their corners whimsically.
Miss Theodosia had the sense of roses there, out of sight; it was as if Stefana rocked them gently in her lap. "She wouldn't wear the flowers herself," the Story Man was saying; "Neither Evangeline nor I could make her. Queer little freak." "She is wearing them!" smiled Miss Theodosia, "I can see them. It's only because you are a man that you can't see, you and Evangeline!
Suddenly I was conscious that a very perfect figure was coming out of the mist towards me, but not until he was close to me, and stopping, with a start, peered into my face, did I recognize it was Lord Robert. "Evangeline!" he exclaimed, in a voice of consternation. "I what, oh! what is the matter?" No wonder he was surprised.
That night her child was born, and when morning dawned, Louisa lay still and cold in that last long sleep from which no mortal could awake her. Sleep in thy marble beauty, poor little Louisa, and perhaps that sad fate may soften the hearts of thy cruel grandparent. Oh not as it has been fulfilled did the dying Evangeline understand the promise made with regard to the little Louisa.
"It IS" declared Rose, "but she keeps writing it all the time." Just then Evangeline's round, white face again appeared above the hedge, and at that moment Aunt Rose came out on the porch. "Come over here, Evangeline," she said kindly, "and meet our little guest." "I'm not dressed up," said the voice behind the hedge, "but I've just made a poem, and I can read it from here!"
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