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Updated: June 21, 2025
Such is fame, dear man, such is fame. Why, I started as a child-actress at thirteen; and went on till the jackal made that impossible, like virtue, and self- respect, and a decent home, and a few kindred trifles in favour of which every clean-minded woman has, after all, a strongish prejudice." Poppy's voice shook. She had much ado to maintain an indifferent and matter-of-fact manner.
"No, darling, you shall go, and we will go together; but not always," she added presently. "I should like to go alone sometimes, Poppy, to have a quiet talk with Mademoiselle." To-morrow was Poppy's birthday, and all day long there had been mysterious whisperings and signs and nods, hasty dashes in and out of the house, invasions of Mrs. Vercoe's and Mrs.
It was Poppy's delight to open the gate for these carriages, and in this way she was able to save her grandmother a good deal of running about. She used to climb up the hillside, and watch until they were in sight, and then run down as fast as she could, that she might have the gate open in time for them to pass through.
He has felt its mighty spell, more potent than the poppy's juice or the distillation of yellow corn that has waved its golden bannerets on Kentucky's sun-kissed hills more strangely sweet than music heard at minight across a moonlit lake or the soul-sensuous dream of the lotus eaters' land.
How well we know the language of the conventional poetic! In this language, the language of nine tenths of current poetry, the wind comes up out of the south and kisses the rose's crimson mouth, or it comes out of the wood and rumples the poppy's hood. Morning comes in glistening sandals, and her footsteps are jeweled with flowers. Everything is bedecked and bejeweled.
She had not said her prayers, and she had not been able to put her room tidy as she meant to, and she felt that her first morning, that she had thought would have been so lovely, was quite spoilt. Poppy's boldness vanished when it came to going downstairs, and, though she had been ready so long, she waited for Esther after all.
'Here, she said, holding it out to her, 'it's all for you, grandmother only Jack wants me just to have the last bite. 'All for me, repeated the old woman, as she looked up from the work she had in her hand a little old torn frock of Poppy's, which she was mending. 'Yes, said the child, 'all for you.
It would be so jolly, and I'm sure they would love it." A little cloud of sadness rested on them for a while, but for Poppy's sake they put away all sad thoughts, and began to make all kinds of nice plans for the day, and before very long they were all as merry as grigs. Cousin Charlotte was really very pleased when she heard of Anna's invitation.
The little girl was just as tall as Poppy, and she stood beside her gazing at the row of dolls. 'I should like that one, mother, she said; 'the one with yellow hair and a red necklace. That was Poppy's favourite too; she would have chosen that one, she said to herself. The lady had gone into the shop and bought the doll, and Poppy watched the happy little girl walk away with it in her arms.
"Please to enter, m'amzelle." At that moment Mademoiselle Leperier herself appeared. Anne turned to her with relief. "Here, M'amzelle, is the sister of the young lady who was here last night. She has come with kind inquiries for M'amzelle and my wife." Mademoiselle Leperier stepped to the door, and taking the blushing Poppy's hands in both her own, stooped and kissed her.
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