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Updated: June 22, 2025
"Have you ever heard of the Guild of Brave Poor Things in England?" asked Miss Lyndesay, and as the girls showed their interest she went on to tell them of the organization which took its name and its motive from Mrs. Ewing's little story, and has grown into a large organization with industrial schools and shops.
She hasn't criticised things since she and Karl went off together for a little trip the other day, but she looks bored or unhappy and I don't know what to do. I was a stranger when we were together before, but I'm sure I didn't act so, and I don't see why she should now. So there!" "Did you go to Germany alone?" Miss Lyndesay put the question casually, and Hannah looked up, surprised. "Why, no.
Two little Old World ladies, one in white and brocade, the other in flowered pink satin, came down the winding stairs, their eyes bright with excitement, their hair rough, and the big blue hair-ribbons, which they had quite forgotten to remove, showing incongruously above their minuet gowns. "O you pretty children!" cried Miss Lyndesay.
"O!" cried Hannah in a hurt frightened tone, and Frieda suddenly choked back a sob. Miss Lyndesay lifted her head quickly. "Girls, do you realize the absurdity of us? Here we started out discussing: 'Happy in my lot' and in a few minutes we have grown sad with the burden of sorrow of half the world and our own individual troubles besides! That is anything but wise, isn't it?
According to James I both Gower and Chaucer sat on the steps of rhetoric, while Lyndesay includes Lydgate in the number and asserts that all three rang the bell of rhetoric. Bokenham calls Gower, Chaucer, and Lydgate the "first rethoryens"; and as late as 1590, Chaucer and Lydgate are called "The first that ever elumined our language with flowers of rethorick eloquence."
"I was not seasick," declared Frieda stoutly, and both the others laughed. "I have crossed the seas full many times," said Clara Lyndesay smiling, "but never have I known any one who was seasick!
She seemed to forget the others as she knelt before a little white tea-rose, kissing it and calling it pretty names. Miss Lyndesay and Hannah watched her. "Now she seems more like herself," said Hannah frowning, "the way she was in Berlin. I wish she would stay that way!" Miss Lyndesay looked at Hannah searchingly. "Frieda," she called, "will you gather flowers for the luncheon table, please?
By the time Hannah came out with the cool drink, the slight constraint that had existed for days between Frieda and herself seemed to have vanished. Joyfully, Hannah entered into the new spirit, and when Miss Lyndesay went in to answer Evangeline's questions about luncheon, her guests were bubbling with mirth over some reminiscence of their Berlin days.
There was a radiance about Clara Lyndesay which seemed to make whatever she looked upon more beautiful than it had been before. No one had ever been able to analyze it, to decide how much was due to the sunny hair, how much to the blue eyes, and the smile that suggested sweet wistful things that never could be told, and how much to her own deep inner peace.
"I was looking for you, Frieda," said Miss Lyndesay. "But Hannah said you were in Ryde." "Yesterday, gracious lady," said Frieda, ducking in a courtesy, "but to-day, no. We have sought you, too, and vainly. Vater, Mütterchen, behold Hannah's beloved lady. We have found ourselves at last!" "O Dear! It seems as though I couldn't wait a minute longer. It takes such an eternity for them to get in.
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