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"And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings; There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet's wings." Yeats's verse has been called "dream-drenched poems." The term is admirably descriptive of his romantic, lyrical verse. George W. Russell.
Linnet's hour was nine o'clock when she was studying, and look at her and Nannie Rheid." "But I'm not getting through to be married, as Linnet was." "How do you know?" asked Miss Prudence. "Not intentionally, then," smiled Marjorie, opening her eyes this time. "I'm not the old maid that eschews matrimony; all I want is to choose for you and Prue."
All around it were the broad, flowering meadows, with the sleek cattle of Normandy fattening in them, and the sweet dim forests where the young men and maidens went on every holy day and feast-day in the summer-time to seek for wood-anemones, and lilies of the pools, and the wild campanula, and the fresh dog-rose, and all the boughs and grasses that made their house-doors like garden bowers, and seemed to take the cushat's note and the linnet's song into their little temple of God.
But suddenly into the sonorous strains of Luther's Hymn broke the joyous trill of a linnet's song, and the bird alighting upon a neighboring poplar seemed challenging the unseen songster to a trial of skill.
Would you like to see Marjorie in her new home, with Linnet's chimneys across the fields? Would you like to know about Hollis' success as a Christian and a Christian citizen in his native town? Would you like to see the proud, indulgent grandmothers the day baby Will takes his first steps? For Aunt Linnet named him, and the grandfather declares "she loves him better than his mother, if anything!"
There was no trouble in Linnet's face, only an accepted sorrow. "Marjorie, will you read to us?" coaxed Prue. "Don't you know how you used to read in Maple Street?" "What do you feel like listening to?" "Your voice," said Prue, demurely. "What is the highest secret of victory and peace? To will what God wills." W.R. Alger. And now what further remains to be told?
Marjorie laughed to herself because everything began with Linnet's husband and ended in him: the stories about Genoa seemed to consist in what Will said and did; Will was the attraction of Naples and the summit of Mt.
"But he would be so enthusiastic," lamented Aunt Helen. "And he has such a nice voice," bewailed his mother; "and I did hope to see one of my five boys in the pulpit." "He giveth his beloved sleep." Sunday in the twilight Linnet and Marjorie were alone in Linnet's little kitchen. Linnet was bending over the stove stirring the chocolate, and Marjorie was setting the table for two.
"I believe I will write to father and tell him I will take his kindness into serious consideration." "There is no need of haste." "He will want to begin to make plans. He is a great planner. Marjorie! I just thought of it. We will rent Linnet's house this summer or board with her, and superintend the building of our own, Do you agree to that?"
Linnet frowned over her clover leaf and Marjorie watched Miss Prudence as she turned the leaves. Marjorie did not care for the clover leaf, only as she was interested in everything that Linnet's fingers touched, but Linnet did care for the answer to Marjorie's question. She thought perhaps it was about the wheat.
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