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Updated: September 2, 2025
This was the best of dreams: it was real. The lark's song and Harry's happy laughter were loud in her ears; and she rolled over in her bed and opened her eyes on Grandmother and Aunt Alphonsine.
In such an attitude the tempting little witch might have made the tepid blood of an ascetic boil. Two or three hours thus flew swiftly by while I listened to her lively prattle, which, like the lark's singing, had scarcely a pause in it, her attempt at being still and moonlight having ended in a perfect fiasco.
Sucking and blinking are ridiculous processes, perhaps, but they may bring a thrill and satisfaction no less ideal than do the lark's inexhaustible palpitations. Narrow scope and low representative value are not defects in a consciousness having a narrow physical basis and comparatively simple conditions. The spirit's foe in man has not been simplicity, but sophistication.
Prudence was horribly outraged, but even in that critical moment, justice insisted that Lark's arguments were sound. The professor had certainly asked the scholars to bring him "things to cut up." But a toad! A live one! And the Ladies' Aid! Prudence shivered.
"'Behold, I said, 'forest and mountain, the little copse and the grass under it, and delicate little flowers among the grass. List to the lark's song in the heavens, the wind soughing in the trees, the whispering of the leaves. In the air there is a mysterious incense spread from God's censers, the very language of mystery. Now you see far into the beauty of the world and hear tidings from afar.
How the wind carried them away, higher and higher, as high as the lark which was hovering up there. They were flying to God. Rosa mingled her song with the lark's trills, in joyous, jerky rhythm. "The stone was rolled away As to the grave they came. At its right side in raiment bright An angel sat and calmed their fright. Hallelujah."
Pushing back her sailor hat, Alma looked obliquely at him from beneath her drooping lids. "Try me. Perhaps infection haunts the air. Spare us the Greek, come down from your Yale and Harvard heights to the level of my ignorance, and warble for me in English some of your Sicilian lark's melodies. At least I have heard of Amaryllis and Simaetha." Mr. Cutting shook his head.
There would be little conversation, for Maria would sing with a lark's voice, as she worked, some of the sweet old hymns, chording with Amanda, busy in another part of the house. Shorty did not want to talk. It was enough for him to feast his eyes and ears. They were sitting down to supper one evening when little Sammy Woggles came in from the station.
How beautiful the droop of the great brome-grass by the wood! But to-day I have to listen to the lark's song not out of doors with him, but through the window-pane, and the bullfinch carries the rootlet fibre to his nest without me.
It was the Lark's voice, tense, earnest, trembling with the import of the Lark's message. "That you, Con? Garton? Conniston there? No? Tell him for me to keep under cover. Lonesome Pete has jest rode into camp, an' he's seen that canary of his, an' she's been blowin' off to him. Hapgood's thicker'n thieves with Swinnerton. He's put him up to this. Swinnerton has sent the sheriff after Con.
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