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Updated: June 27, 2025
She felt as if getting off the actual clothes that were in the poem would be escaping from it a little, and perhaps drawing a little nearer the having of real things happen to her. Grandmother, nearly reassured, patted Joy's little slim hand with her own little wrinkled one, and trotted downstairs to tell Grandfather happily that Joy would soon be down.
She couldn't wait forever for the lover! "Grandfather, I I am engaged! I met him at one of your receptions, and so did you, quite socially. You I know you must have met him, and liked him, too everybody does." It was a terrible thing to do, and Joy's heart beat fast. But surely the Wishing-Ring Man wouldn't mind he would never know even!
Poor little Grandmother's, hands were opening and shutting, but she was well trained, and she didn't speak till he was through dealing with the situation. "Can your friends vouch for him socially?" Grandfather demanded. Joy's alert, frightened mind scurried about for a moment, then she plunged into further fabrications. "He's why, Grandfather, he's their closest friend, the one they call Johnny.
Clouds can not always lower, the sun must shine; Grief can not always last, joy's hour will come; Seize as you may, each sunbeam, make it thine, And make thy heart the sunshine's constant home. Nor for thyself alone, a sunny smile Carries a magic nothing can withstand; A cheerful look may many a care beguile, And to the weary be a helping hand.
It is a very small matter, to be sure, this mourning; but in Joy's case it mirrored her real grief very completely. The something which she had not felt when her mother died, she felt now, to the full. She had a sort of notion,—an ignorant, childish notion, but very real to her,—that it was wicked to wear bows and hair-ribbons now.
The Maiden opened the pouch, and fell a-kissing the letter and the seal of her father for joy's sake, whereas she had not heard tidings of him a great while. Thereafter she said to the Burgreve that she would hearken the letter in privy council, even as if she wotted nought thereof; and the Burgreve said that that were good to do.
Phyllis thoughtfully lifted the yellow satin skirts of Joy's pet detestation. "This is a lovely material," she said thoughtfully. "Is it the color you don't like?" "N-no," Joy answered doubtfully. "It's the make." Then she burst out passionately. "I want to look frisky!" she declared. "I want to be dressed the way John's used to seeing girls.
She——" and then followed Joy's own version of the morning's dispute. Gypsy was vexed. She liked her uncle, and she did not like to have him hear such one-sided stories of her, and judge her as he would. She walked over to Joy with very red cheeks. "Here's your letter. I tried not to read it, but I couldn't help seeing that about me.
Bet and Enid helped Joy to hobble along to the edge of the cliff, and Kit hastened down the incline to where they had left the horses near the stream. "I'll bring Dolly up, that is if she'll climb, the lazy thing!" called Kit as she disappeared. By this time Joy's foot was badly swollen and was giving her acute pain.
He dropped on one knee beside the blaze, drawing her down on the hearth-rug by him. "I feel like the man in the fairy-stories," he said in a voice Joy did not quite know, "who catches an elf-girl in some unfair way, and finds her turn to a dear human woman in his house. Joy ... will she stay human?" Joy's heart beat furiously as she knelt there, held close to his side.
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