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A lovely soul, all alight with thought and gladness, met her through it. She bent down and touched Bel's forehead with her lady-lips. Bel put the little scribbled paper in her hand, and ran away, up-stairs. "Will you give it to me, Bel, and let me do what I please with it?" Mrs. Scherman went to Bel and asked next day. Bel blushed.
She was taunted and censured for incapacity in that to which she was not admitted; "her mother made ten cheeses a week, and flung them in her face," she said. On the other hand, Mrs. Bree said "Bel hadn't got a mite of snap to her." One might say that, perhaps, of an electric battery, if the wrong poles were opposed. Mrs. Bree had not found out where the "snap" lay in Bel's character.
It had been part of Little Bel's good luck that she had succeeded in obtaining board in the only family in the village which had the distinction of owning a piano; and by paying a small sum extra, she had obtained the use of this piano for an hour each day, the best investment of Little Bel's life, as the sequel showed. It was a bitter winter on Prince Edward Island.
Caleb Bree was just the sort of man that by divine compensation generally marries, or gets married by a woman that is "right-up-and-a-comin'." He "had no objections," to this plan of Bel's, I mean; perhaps his favorite phrase would have expressed his strongest feeling in the crisis just referred to, also; it was a normal state of mind with him; he had gone through the world, thus far, on the principle of not "having objections."
Giving his hand a cordial pressure, she said as she left him: "You cannot look at me in harsh criticism through tears of sympathy. Your face is kinder than your words. I am glad you do not despise me." Hemstead admitted Harcourt and the young ladies into the shadowy hall, and then bade them good night. He, too, was in no mood for Addie's gossip or Bel's satire.
Your spring song is going into the May number of 'First and Last." Mrs. Scherman reached out a slip of paper, printed and filled in. It was a publisher's check for fifteen dollars. "You see I'm very unselfish, Bel," she said. "I'm going to work the very way to lose you." Bel's eyes flashed up wide at her. The way to lose her! Why, nobody had ever got such a hold upon her before!
No, not that; for Desire Ledwith herself contradicted it; even Mrs. Pimminy and Miss Smalley were a great deal better than nothing. Not friendlessness, then, exactly; but belonglessness. Desire sent down to Leicester Place for Bel's box; for Cheeps also. Bel wrote a note to Miss Smalley, asking her to take in Bartholomew.
When Little Bel's clear, flute-like soprano notes rang out, carrying along the fifty young voices she led, Sandy jumped up on his feet, waving his hand, in a sudden heat of excitement, right and left; and looking swiftly all about him on the platform, he said: "It's not sittin' we'es take such welcome as this, my neebors!"
It is this amalgamation of the old Bel with Marduk that marks, as we have seen, the transition to the use of Bel's name as a mere title of Marduk. Elsewhere, however, Hammurabi uses Bel to designate the old god. So when he calls himself the proclaimer of Anu and Bel the association with Anu makes it impossible that Marduk should be meant.
Is this all right?" and she put into Bel's hand a little roughish slip of paper, upon which was printed: "It is not much that makes me glad: I hold more than I ever had. The empty hand may farther reach, And small, sweet signs all beauty teach. "I like the city in the spring, It has a hint of everything. Down in the yard I like to see The budding of that single tree.
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