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Updated: June 28, 2025
Suzanna looked about her. The attic was rather sad-looking, she thought, not full of its own importance as the one at home, but still, very interesting. Old portraits hung on the slanting walls. In corners were piles of old furniture looking strangely lifelike in the shadows. "We'd rather stay up here, Drusilla," she said. "And we'll stay a long time with you, if you like."
She knew with passion that it could not remain simply pink lawn cut and slashed into a mere garment. So she went softly to Suzanna and touched her gently. "I'll help you all I can, sister," she said.
I can go so joyously through the mazes of the dance that the watchers may forget their sordid cares." Suzanna, listening, was carried away. She cried with eager response: "Why the night of the Indian Drill I can believe I am a fairy, dancing over snow-topped mountains, and singing, flying clear up into the clouds!" "You might fall, Suzanna," said Maizie, "you know you haven't wings."
It was hard to find strength enough, time enough to go outside one's home doing good. "Well, at least," she thought with a sudden uplift, "I'll adopt little Daphne into our home circle." When Mr. Procter arrived home for supper he found, playing happily about, the little addition to his family. Suzanna took her father off to one corner to explain all about Daphne.
She had a very gentle face, Suzanna decided, and when she spoke to the old lady it was tenderly as one would speak to a child. Suzanna decided that she liked her. Said Suzanna: "The queen wants her strawberries wet with dew and buried in their own green leaves." "The queen," returned the maid, "shall have her luncheon." "And the Princess Cecilia," said the queen, "shall eat with me, Letty."
Suzanna was very glad to hear this since for a long time past she had been hungry, and had been thinking rather longingly of the midday dinner at home. The maid left, but in a very short time she came into the garden again and announced that lunch was ready in the dining-room. "Walk behind me," said the old lady, and Suzanna took her place behind the queen.
Suzanna danced through life, sang her way to the hearts of others, left her touch wherever she went; yet, beneath the lightness, philosophies of life formed themselves intuitively, one after another, truer perhaps in their findings than those which filtered through the pure intellect of the grown-up. At length she spoke to Maizie.
She had anticipated none, for surely an Only Child was entitled to many privileges; no rules should be made to bind her. Her father was gone. It was a day of stock-taking at the hardware store, and his early presence had been requested by his employer, Job Doane. Suzanna's mother and the children still lingered at the table. "Good morning, Suzanna," said Mrs.
"The Man with the halo, Jesus, you know," Maizie answered reverently. "When first I was a baby on this earth He came to smile at me and to wake me up. Suzanna told me so." Silence. Then the Eagle Man turned to Mr. Procter. "Glad to have met your family, sir." "Glad you've had the opportunity," said Mr. Procter.
The sobs still continued and then Suzanna, deciding on her course, went to the little shaking figure and put her hands softly on the drooping shoulders. "Can I help you," she asked. "Just tell me what to do for you." "Nothing," came the muffled tones, "there is no one to do for me; no one to do for me in love. I am alone, forgotten."
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