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Madame Merle had thick, fair hair, arranged somehow "classically" and as if she were a Bust, Isabel judged a Juno or a Niobe; and large white hands, of a perfect shape, a shape so perfect that their possessor, preferring to leave them unadorned, wore no jewelled rings.
To Merle it meant an opportunity for making a much more intimate acquaintance with her idol Miss Mitchell, with whom she would now be at close quarters. To sit at the same table with her for meals seemed an unspeakable privilege. Merle was at the age for enthusiastic hero-worship, and in her eyes the popular mistress almost wore a halo.
By a clever arrangement the lantern evidently worked a spring, and when pulled down caused the door to unclose automatically. Somebody in days gone by had no doubt constructed it thus to form a refuge in time of danger. The girls were in raptures of delight. "This, of course, was where Mrs. Wilson vanished," said Lindsay. "And what Merle saw," added Cicely.
"Do you know him?" asked the emigre, quietly. "No," she replied, with a disdainful glance, "but I thought I did." "Oh, mademoiselle, he's a malin, yes a malin," said Captain Merle, shaking his head and giving with an expressive gesture the peculiar meaning to the word which it had in those days but has since lost. "Those old families do sometimes send out vigorous shoots.
Miss Mitchell said little, but her hazel eyes saw everything that was going on. Her manner towards Merle, which had been rather off-hand, gradually softened, and though she showed her no special favour, she gave her, on one occasion, a word of praise. "You've shown me that you possess certain powers of organisation, and that you know how to use your influence," she remarked.
MISTLETOE THRUSH. Turdus viscivorus, Linnaeus. French, "Merle Draine," "Grive Draine." I quite agree with the remarks made by Professor Newton, in his edition of 'Yarrell, as to the proper English name of the present species, and that it ought to be called the Mistletoe Thrush.
There are two sides to the thing: one way of it may hurt us now; the other way may be a very serious matter for Louise, poor thing." Next morning, when it was time to wake the children, Peer and Merle went into the nursery together. They stopped by Louise's bed, and stood looking down at her.
"You're all out of condition," he announced in even tones to Merle. "A little sprint like that shouldn't get your wind." Merle's look of sunny welcome faded to one of chagrin. He fell back in his chair. He was annoyed. "You saw that disgraceful outbreak, then?" "I was in luck to-night."
He waited for Winona and Merle a block up the street from the church. Winona was silent with importance, preoccupied, grave, and yet uplifted. Not until they reached the Penniman gate did she issue from this abstraction to ask the Wilbur twin rather severely what lesson he had learned from the morning sermon.
Here is Merle Shirley watching some one at the studio. Isn't that likely to be the director? And if Shirley is watching Werner you have the explanation for the second intruder at Tarrytown last night. Shirley is big enough and strong enough to have given the deputy a nice swift tussle." "A little tall, I'm afraid," Kennedy remarked. "You can't go by the deputy's impressions.
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