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Updated: June 7, 2025
She hurried to her, while her companion dropped behind to exchange notes with one of the men from the composition room. "What is it, Norn? Didn't you get along all right?" she asked breathlessly. Elinor dropped on a stool and raised her face to her sister, and Patricia was surprised to see that her eyes were shining with joy instead of tears. "Oh, Miss Pat!" she cried in an ecstasy.
I only meant that my feelings toward her had changed. You don't have to give up your admiration for her, Pat dear." Patricia shook her head slowly from side to side. "'Whither thou goest I will go," she quoted. "I won't have her for a friend if she gives you the creeps, Norn, and you know it. I've been mistaken in people before, but you've always been the same old true blue.
"Why, I am awfully nice!" she cried, delighted with the picture. "I'll never know myself! Do get off your things, Norn, I'm crazy to see how you look." Elinor, helped by Miss Jinny, shed her wrappings and stood revealed as a lovely Princess of China, with billowing draperies and flashing glass jewels and a tiny filet sparking on her dark hair.
There was but one step, but a simple act of the will, between the Norn and the hag, even before Christianity came in.
It isn't because she got the prize you know me better than to think that but I've been noticing her more closely recently and I don't think she rings true." "Oh, I wish you wouldn't, Norn," protested Patricia, in a small voice. "I do so want to have her for a friend. She's so lovely and talented and attractive. What is the matter with her now that you say such things?
"She has the sweetest hat to go with it, too, and she looked lovelier than anyone there. Norn is the dearest thing, and I believe she's so pretty because she's so good." This digression was not received with any show of enthusiasm, so she hurried on. "We went into the lobby it's a stunning place. Awfully select and quiet, you know.
Miss Pat had piqued her fancy and she took a very determined course to gain her point. Bruce handed Elinor a note when they reached the studio. "Messenger boy brought it ten minutes ago," he explained. "Said it was urgent, but as I didn't know where to find you, I had to leave it till you came in." "What is it, Norn?" asked Patricia rather anxiously.
"Of course, I don't mean as Miss Jinny's special property, you goose; I was only thinking of him as a pleasant addition to the old ladies' card parties and porch teas, they need men so badly." The idea lodged in Patricia's fertile brain was not so easily routed out. "Still, in case," she insinuated with a giggle. "I don't think it would be such a bad sort of thing, do you, Norn?"
She had recently been digging into a couple of old volumes of classic myths and northland folklore which she had found in Aunt Olivia's attic; and for us, god and goddess, laughing nymph and mocking satyr, norn and valkyrie, elf and troll, and "green folk" generally, were real creatures once again, inhabiting the orchards and woods and meadows around us, until it seemed as if the Golden Age had returned to earth.
She was uneasy till she had found Elinor and in the telling of the insignificant incident had regained enough confidence to laugh at her foolish disquiet. "I'm always making mountains out of mole-hills, and having you level them for me, Norn," she said, taking a glass of sherbet from the flower-wreathed tray of the charming slave. "I wish I wasn't such an alarmist.
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