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The laughter of most Gypsy girls is full of music and of charm, and yet Rhona's laughter was a sound by itself, and it was no doubt this which afterwards when she grew up attracted my kinsman, Percy Aylwin, towards her. It seemed to emanate not from her throat merely, but from her entire frame.
How she managed to get back here puzzles me, poor thing, for she's jist for all the world like Rhona's daddy's daddy, Opi Bozzell, what buried his wits in his dead wife's coffin. She's even skeared at me. 'Why, you don't mean to say Winnie's back! cried the landlord. 'To think that I shouldn't have heard about Winnie Wynne bein' back. When did you see her, Sinfi?
Myra turned to Joe. "Joe! Wake up!" He stirred a little. "Joe! Joe! Wake up!" He gave a great start and opened his eyes. "What is it?" he cried. "Do they want union cards?" "Joe," she exclaimed, "Rhona's here." "Rhona?" He sat upright; he was a wofully sleepy man. "Rhona?" Then he gazed about him and saw Myra. "Oh, Myra!" He laughed sweetly. "How good it is to see you!"
She strode back to the young girl, who she learned later was named Rhona Hemlitz, and who was but seventeen years old. She said: "Tell me about the strike! Can't we sit down together and talk? Have you time?" "I have a little time," said Rhona, eagerly. "We can sit here!" So they sat side by side and Rhona told her. Rhona's whole family was engaged in sweat-work.
I do look a sight a fright. Gee!" She turned. "You're not so worse. A little pale, kid." She came over and sat next to Rhona. "What'll I call you?" Rhona shrank. She was a sensitive, ignorant girl, and did not understand this type of woman. Something coarse, familiar, vulgar seemed to grate against her. "Rhona's my name," she breathed. "Well, that's cute! Call you Ronie?"
The muscles relaxed, she opened her eyes; the seizure had passed. She recognised me, and at once the old brave smile I knew so well passed over her face. Rhona's words about the curse and the purchase of the dresses seemed explained now. Long brooding over Winnie's terrible fate had unhinged her mind. 'My girl, my brave girl, I said, 'have you, then, felt our sorrow so deeply?
Myra was in that crowd, dazed, outraged, helpless. She heard Rhona speaking: "Do you think a man has any right to strike a girl?" He did not answer; she still held his eyes. "Do you think a man has any right to strike a girl?" Still he said nothing, and the crowd became fascinated by the fixity of gaze of the two. Rhona's voice sharpened: "Do you think a man has any right to strike a girl?"
They cheered her, for they saw before them a young heroine, victorious, beloved, ideal. But when Myra called at Hester Street, a week later, Rhona's mother had something else to say. "Rhona? Well, you had ought to seen her when we first landed! Ah! she was a beauty, my Rhona such cheeks, such hair, such eyes laughing all the time. But now ach!" She sighed dreadfully. "So it goes.
Imagination, industry, and intelligence "the three I's" are all indispensable to the actress, but of these three the greatest is, without any doubt, imagination. After this "screaming" success, which, however, did not keep "Attar Gull" in the bill at the Royalty for more than a few nights, I continued to play under Madame de Rhona's management until February 1862.
Compared with Rhona Boswell, who was more like a fairy than a child, Winnie seemed quite a grave little person. Rhona's limbs were always on the move, and the movement sprang always from her emotions. Her laugh seemed to ring through the woods like silver bells, a sound that it was impossible to mistake for any other.
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