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Updated: May 29, 2025
Every day has its ebb and flow, but such a thought as that is like one of those tidal waves they talk about, that rolls in like a great wall and overtops and drowns out all your landmarks, and you, too, if you don't mind what you are about and stand ready to run or climb or swim. Not quite so bad as that, though, this time. I take an interest in our Scheherezade.
The Young Girl made a slight movement; it was a purely accidental coincidence, no doubt, but I saw That Boy put his hand in his pocket and pull out his popgun, and begin loading it. It cannot be that our Scheherezade, who looks so quiet and proper at the table, can make use of That Boy and his catapult to control the course of conversation and change it to suit herself!
I should be most happy to show any of the double stars or whatever else there might be to see in the heavens to any of our friends at this table, the young man said, so cordially and kindly that it was a real invitation. Show us the man in the moon, said That Boy. I should so like to see a double star! said Scheherezade, with a very pretty air of smiling modesty.
Our Scheherezade kept on writing her stories according to agreement, so many pages for so many dollars, but some of her readers began to complain that they could not always follow her quite so well as in her earlier efforts. It seemed as if she must have fits of absence.
The Scheherezade of this occasion was the boy's own grandmother, who told him with hushed breath the fairy folk-lore of the mysterious Huldra and the Fossikal, or Spirit of the Waterfall, and Ole Bull, with his passion for music, was wont to fancy that the music of the rushing waters was the singing of the violins played by fairy artists.
There is only one trouble in the arrangement, and that is that it brings this young man not only close to us, but also next to our Scheherezade. I am obliged to confess that he has shown occasional marks of inattention even while the Master was discoursing in a way that I found agreeable enough. I am quite sure it is no intentional disrespect to the old Master.
These young people are so ignorant, you know. As for our Scheherezade, her delight was unbounded, and her curiosity insatiable. If there were any living creatures there, what odd things they must be. They could n't have any lungs, nor any hearts. What a pity! Did they ever die? How could they expire if they didn't breathe? Burn up? No air to burn in.
"You chatter so, Miss Pat, that no one can get a word in edgewise." Patricia made a laughing face. "Fire away, Scheherezade," she commanded, folding her arms in eager attention. "Unfold the tale of the letter of the long-lost twin brother of the three lovely sisters of " Judith, who had muffled the sparkling stream of Patricia's nonsense, drew her hand away with a little squeal.
The thought that this high-spirited, positive, strong-minded American girl might crave better and more important work than that of an Eastern houri or a Queen Scheherezade, never occurred to him. He blundered, with many other men, in supposing that, if once married, the wayward belle would become subservient to his tastes and modes as a matter of course.
I had noticed that the Young Girl the storywriter, our Scheherezade, as I called her looked as if she had been crying or lying awake half the night. I found on asking her, for she is an honest little body and is disposed to be confidential with me for some reason or other, that she had been doing both.
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