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"Oh, they do such things, anyway," observed Sacharissa, and added, unconvinced: "Did that tentacle burn blue?" "It certainly did," said Destyn. Linda murmured: "I believe in it. Let's issue stock." "To issue stock is one thing," said Destyn, "to get people to buy it is another. You and I may believe in Green Mouse, Limited, but the rest of the world is always from beyond the Mississippi."
The ubiquitous Evelyn was there, too, to see "ye marriage of my old fellow collegian Mr. Robt. Smith;" and the place being full of company, he probably enjoyed himself vastly. Lady Sunderland was the Sacharissa of Waller the poet. SIR, I am so great a lover of my bed myself that I can easily apprehend the trouble of rising at four o'clock these cold mornings.
The maid ran after him and arrived at his side breathless, excited: "Oh, could you come just for a moment, if you please, sir! Miss Carr won't eat her luncheon!" "What!" said the young man, surprised. "Miss Carr wishes to see you just for a " "Miss Carr?" "Miss Sacharissa!" "Sacharissa?" "Y-yes, sir she " "But I don't know any Miss Sacharissa!" "I understand that, sir."
Linda tied her eyes with a handkerchief, gave her a pencil and seated herself on an arm of the chair watching the pencil hovering over the pages of the Social Register which her sister was turning at hazard. "This page," announced Sacharissa, "and this name!" marking it with a quick stroke. Linda gave a stifled cry and attempted to arrest the pencil; but the moving finger had written.
Glancing across the landing at the grille which screened the shaft she saw the gilded car part of it and half of a perfectly strange young man looking earnestly out. "It's the doctor!" wailed her maid. "That isn't Dr. Blimmer!" said her mistress. "No, miss, it's a perfectly strange doctor." "I am not a doctor," observed the young man, coldly. Sacharissa drew nearer.
"Would it?" asked Sacharissa, turning her honest, gray eyes on her brother-in-law. "I don't believe it would," he said; "I'd only be switched on to Linda's current again." And he smiled at his wife. Sacharissa sat thoughtful and serious, swinging her foot. "Well," she said, at length, "I might as well face it at once. If there's anything in this instrument we'll all know it pretty soon.
And now, my young friends, in the year 1822, in which I write, and shall probably die, the love which glitters through Moore, and walks so ambitiously ambiguous through the verse of Byron; the love which you consider now so deep and so true; the love which tingles through the hearts of your young ladies, and sets you young gentlemen gazing on the evening star, all that love too will become unfamiliar or ridiculous to an after age; and the young aspirings and the moonlight dreams and the vague fiddle-de-dees which ye now think so touching and so sublime will go, my dear boys, where Cowley's Mistress and Waller's Sacharissa have gone before, go with the Sapphos and the Chloes, the elegant "charming fairs," and the chivalric "most beauteous princesses!"
"Hut!" said that wise bee, fretting with an old maid of a thistle. "Tell us something new. The Hive's full of such as him it, I mean." "What's the end to be? All the honey going out and none coming in. Things can't last this way!" said Melissa. "Who cares?" said Sacharissa. "I know now how drones feel the day before they're killed. A short life and a merry one for me." "If it only were merry!
The chair recognized him and bit into a chocolate. "I move that our society be known as The Green Mouse, Limited." "Why limited?" asked Sacharissa. "Why not?" replied her sister, warmly. "Well, what does your young man mean by limited?" "I suppose," said Linda, "that he means it is to be the limit. Don't you, William?" "Certainly," said Destyn, gravely; and the motion was put and carried.
They are all so delightfully clever and unusual and interesting," piped the Wax-moth from a crack above them. "Come here, you dear, downy duck, and tell us all about your feelings." "I wish she'd go!" Sacharissa lowered her voice. "She meets these er oddities as they dry out, and cuddles 'em in corners." "I suppose the truth is that we're over-stocked and too well fed to swarm," said Melissa.
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