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Updated: July 18, 2025
Into just such a room he would like to lead Cissie; into this great room that breathed pride and dignity. What a glowing heart the girl would have made for its somber magnificence! He walked over to the full-length windows and opened them; then he unbolted the jalousies outside and swung them back. The musk of autumn weeds breathed in out of the darkness.
Then she put on coat and hat, jamming her hat down on her head, and said something that Cissie did not immediately understand. "He'll have his turn in the trenches soon enough. Now that he's made up his mind.... He might have done it sooner...." She turned her back as though she had forgotten them.
"To fling herse'f in a nigger's face 'cause he's been North and got made a fool uv," boomed the hidden censor. "I must go now," gasped Cissie. Peter made a harried gesture. "Wait wait till I get my hat." He put the plate down with a swift glance around for his hat. He found it, and strode to the door, following the girl.
I believe if I can spread my ideas, Cissie, that even a pretty colored girl like you may walk the streets without being subjected to obscenity on every corner."
"I suppose I couldn't expect Muriel to do so," she thought. "She knows about it, though she wasn't watching the match, because I heard Cissie Gardiner telling her. She's the only one in the class who hasn't mentioned it. Of course it doesn't matter in the least; still, it would have been so nice, when I'm her own cousin, if she had said just a single word to show that she cared."
A padded country.... England all stuffed with soft feathers ... under one's ear. A pillow with soft, kind Corners ... Beautiful rounded Corners.... Dear, dear Corners. Cissie Corners. Corners. Could there be a better family? Massachusetts but in heaven.... Harps playing two-steps, and kind angels wrapped in moonlight. Very softly I and you, One turn, two turn, three turn, too. Off we go!....
Siner wondered whether or not he would have obeyed his vision without this added impulse from Cissie. He did not know; but now, since it had all come about just as it had, he suspected he would have been neglectful. He felt as if a dangerous but splendid channel had been opened before his eyes, and almost at the same instant a hand had reached down and directed his life into it.
Thus, in a way, Peter's surroundings began a subtle explanation of and apology for Cissie, the whole racial training of black folk in petty thievery. And that this should have touched Cissie the meanness, the pathos of her fate moved Peter.
He was a being of expressive affections; he wanted great friendships, mysterious relationships, love. He tried very bravely to revere and to understand and be occultly understood by Mr. Britling; he sought long walks and deep talks with Hugh and the small boys; he tried to fill his heart with Cissie; he found at last marvels of innocence and sweetness in the Hickson girl.
"For a walk." The old negress tilted her head aslant and looked fixedly at him. "You's gwine to dat Cissie Dildine's, Peter." Peter looked at his mother, surprised and rather disconcerted that she had guessed his intentions from his mere footsteps. The young man changed his plans for his walk, and began a diplomatic denial: "No, I'm going to walk by myself. I'm tired; I'm played out."
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