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The last thought takes wings to itself and rises in the little poem entitled "Each and All." The "Rhodora," another brief poem, finds itself foreshadowed in the inquiry, "What is Beauty?" and its answer, "This great Whole the understanding cannot embrace. Beauty may be felt. It may be produced. But it cannot be defined."
The twilight had fallen, and the Gay Lady had just wrapped Grandmother in a light garment of her own. Rhodora shrugged her shoulders. "Heavens, no!" she ejaculated. "Old people are always fussing," she remarked, in a slightly lower tone to the Philosopher. "Because she's frozen is no reason why I should be."
But, somehow, she had not become that thing. Rhodora presently turned and beckoned to the Preacher, and putting down his teacups he came to her side.
And it's a mighty fine thing for any one to know Grandmother. I've learned more from Grandmother than from any one I ever knew." "She's a very rare and adorable old lady," I agreed heartily. "We all worship her we all feel that to be near her is a special fortune for any one. She has plainly grown very fond of Rhodora she will miss her."
At luncheon Rhodora had rather monopolized the conversation. At dinner she found herself unable to do so. The Philosopher and the Skeptic were too much occupied with Grandmother to be able to attend to Rhodora, beyond lending a polite ear to her remarks now and then and immediately afterward returning to the elderly guest.
We waved our hands and handkerchiefs, and Grandmother's fat old horses walked away with her down the driveway. "It's a pity," said the Skeptic to me impatiently, when they were out of sight around the corner, and we had turned to go back to the house, "that a girl like that can't see herself." "Rhodora is very young yet," said I. "Perhaps by the time she is even as old as the Gay Lady "
Before the Philosopher could formulate an appropriate reply, Rhodora herself, leaving her tea-table, and crossing the room with a swift and graceful tread, was giving us welcome. It was amusing to see our two men look at Rhodora.
The Lad, who was watching the bout, announced it to me under his breath with a laugh. Then the Philosopher took Rhodora through the garden and over the place generally. "I think you should have a shawl about your shoulders, Rhodora," said Grandmother, when the girl and the Philosopher had returned and taken their seats upon the steps of the porch.
We study Botany daily, and have thus far kept pace with the season. I have found here the yellow violet, which I do not remember at West Roxbury. Already we have the rhodora and the columbine, which you have probably found. And with our afternoons surrendered to the meadows and hills, and our mornings to the fields, we find no heavy hours; but every Sunday surprises us.
I had known Miss Rhodora only about ten minutes, and one does not make caustic speeches to one's guests if one can help it. But one does take observations upon them. I was taking observations upon Rhodora. She was decidedly a handsome girl handsome seems the word. She was rather large, well-proportioned, blooming in colour, with somewhat strikingly modeled features.
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