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Updated: July 29, 2025
He never knew that I existed until until his 'dream' had fled with me! In a week we were in Paris, that dream-girl and I in a month we had quarrelled. I always end these matters with a quarrel; it makes the complete finish. She struck me in the face and I laughed. She turned and went away. We were tired of one another. "Ah!" Again he airily kissed his hand. "There were others after I had gone.
"I knew you'd do something exquisite." Bertha looked at it in silence. It was as lovely in color as a flower, a dream-girl, not Bertha Haney. And at last she said: "It's fine, but it isn't me." Humiston broke forth almost violently. "Of course it isn't you; it's the way you look to me. I never paint people as they look to themselves nor to their friends. I am painting my impression of you."
He took Sheila very gently by the wrists, drawing her hands down from her face, and he put her arms at their full length behind her, holding them there. "You meet Dickie here when you're through work, dream-girl," he said gently. "You kiss Dickie when you leave my Aura, you little beacon light.
He only opened his soul to beauty, and steadily climbed the hill to the crest, and then down the other side to the rich, half-shaded, half-open spaces, where big, rough mushrooms sprang in a night. Yes, a mushroom morning was heaven to the Harvester. And it was the mushrooms that led him the first step of the way towards the discovery of his dream-girl.
What he did not recognize or remember was that he had told her once that his dream-girl "had her hair parted and wore blue and was connected somehow with an open fire." But he knew that she looked very sweet and lovely and very much as if she belonged where she was. "Oh, come in, dear!" she cried. "You're tired. Come to the fire a minute before you go upstairs."
The officers as they passed would try to break the enchantment by gay and sportive words, but all in vain. I have sat there, drenched by the salt sea-spray, and knew it not. I was called the little bookworm, the prodigy, the dream-girl, a name you have inherited, my darling Gabriella; and my father seemed proud of the reputation I had established.
"Well, if I do say it myself," growled Andy, "she looks very handsome in those dresses; and for the first time in my life I take a Pride in my Work." But in spite of all that the Voice came, you must know, and told him this little dream-girl must die, and there would be another, a different little girl next year; and all the weaving must be gone through with again.
She bent closer and the next instant the man's burning cheek was pillowed against the soft coolness of her bared arm and his head was raised from the blanket while the tiny white-brown hand held the tin cup to his lips. With the life-giving draft the man's brain cleared and he smiled into the eyes of his dream-girl.
The dream-girl, after being awake for long hours to the practical duties of life, loved to ramble alone, till she felt herself involved in the soft haziness of thought, which was to the soul what the blue mistiness was to the distant hills. I could wander then alone to the churchyard, and yield myself unmolested to the sacred influences of memory.
Yet surely if he ever had known a girl with a profile like that such hair, such eyes, such a perfect manner he would not have forgotten her! Was it the face of some dream-girl that had lingered in his memory?
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