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Tell me your English words for roses walls of roses and music that never ceases in the night and pleasing, pleasing, pleasing love!" The boat came to the water steps. The two left it, climbing between flowers. Down to them came a wave of laughter and hand-clapping. "Celestina recites but I do not think she does it so well!... That is my window see, where the roses mount!"
What will you do when you go out into the broad world with truth for your banner and your heart on your sleeve?" "How could I have my heart on my sleeve?" asked Celestina. "Because you couldn't help it!" "Really and truly on my sleeve?" "Really and truly!" he affirmed, gravely. "How funny!" answered the girl. "No; tragic! But what shall we do now, Celestina?"
Bob relaxed his tension. The afternoon was moving on with more serenity than he had dared hope, and inwardly he began to congratulate himself on the success of it. To judge from appearance every one was in the serenest frame of mind. Willie was beaming into his host's face, and both men were laughing immoderately; Celestina, from the snatches of conversation that reached him, was relating for Mrs. Galbraith's benefit the symptoms of her late illness; and Madam Lee was chatting with Delight as with an old-time friend. Bob longed to join them, but prudence forbade his leaving Cynthia's side. Moreover he suspected the tête-
And among the queer outlandish-looking sailors who from time to time were to be seen on the wharf or about the Seacove streets, now and then looking in to buy a sheet of paper and an envelope in her father's shop, it was the English ones belonging to the whalers or to the herring smacks bound for the north who interested Celestina by far the most.
A look of unutterable concern displacing the happiness on her features. "Say on, my dear!" cried Straws. "He he said he he didn't think much of it as O, I can't tell you; I can't! I can't!" "Celestina," said the poet sternly, "tell me at once. I command you." "He said he didn't think much of it as poetry, but that people would read it and come to his café and O dear, O dear!" "Beast! Brute!
'Perhaps it wouldn't be exactly that, said Celestina, a little afraid of the responsibility of putting anything into Bridget's head, 'but I'm sure you could do something. And why shouldn't you see him? Miss Alie was in his room just now. Bridget would have hung her head if she had not been lying down. As it was, she looked ashamed. 'He mustn't get up at all, you know, she said.
Seeing her coming, Rosalys called to her. 'Celestina, I want to ask you something, and in a moment the two were talking together busily. 'It's only the secret, Biddy, said Alie laughingly; she did not know of Biddy's new ill-humour. 'You mustn't mind. Down came the black curtain thicker and thicker over Bridget's rosy face; firmly she settled herself on her unmanageable steed.
"Why don't you tell him you're Miss Morton," coached Willie, in a loud whisper. But the man on the steps had heard. "You're not Miss Morton, are you?" he essayed, "Miss Celestina Morton?" "I expect I am," owned Celestina nervously. "I'm your brother Elnathan's boy, Bob." Celestina crumpled weakly against the door frame. "Nate's boy!" she repeated. "Bless my soul! Bless my soul an' body!"
My brother," she went on, turning with a pretty graciousness toward Celestina, "was Bob's roommate at Harvard. In that way we came to know him very well and have always kept up the acquaintance." "Do you come from the West, same as my nephew does?" questioned Celestina when there was a pause. The little lady raised her eyebrows deprecatingly. "No, indeed! The East is quite good enough for us.
"I might have, though, as well as not, Tiny, if I'd thought of it." "That's all right," Celestina declared, making haste to repair her blunder. "I've plenty of time to lay it myself. 'Twas only that when I saw you settin' up before it I thought mebbe you'd built it 'cause you were cold." "I was cold," acquiesced Willie, his eyes misty with thought.
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