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Updated: July 9, 2025
It was soft, beautiful, gold-colored hair, and there was a great deal of it oh, plenty to hide in! He shut his eyes and felt it all about him and soft against his face, and smelled the faint fragrance of it. The dizziness was sweet. Yes, that must be the reg'larest kind of a lark, but Murray did not deceive himself, once the dream was over.
"I knew you'd come! I told Sheelah! When anybody promises, they Come on quick up-stairs! I can unlace myself, but I'd rather " "Yes, yes!" she sobbed. "And we'll have a lark, won't we? You said a lark; but not the reg'larest kind I don't suppose we could have the reg'larest kind?" "Yes yes!" "Oh! why!" His eyes shone. He put up his hand, then drew it shyly back.
"I thought the reg'larest kind your hair if you'd let it tumble all down, I'd hide in it," he breathed, his knees against her cheek trembling like little frightened things. It fell about him in a soft shower and he hid in it and laughed. Sheelah heard them laughing together. The Little Lover "I wish I knew for very certain," the Little Lover murmured, wistfully.
In Sheelah's code of etiquette there were no somersaults in the "s" column. "It's a reg'lar lark to hide in your mother's hair," was going on the girl child's voice. "Yes, sir, that's the reg'larest kind!" Murray gasped again, harder. For that kind took away his breath altogether and made him feel a little dizzy, as if he were were doing it now hiding in his mother's hair!
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