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Updated: May 12, 2025
Of course she was coming again, she promised them she would, they accepted her promises with eager queries like children. "I'll come another visiting day " she patted the Wheezy's shoulders, "I like to! You all are so good at pretending!" "Do you know," she told Judge Harlow in the morning, "I did find some one who knows who I am?" Her face was glowing with achievement,
In spite of vast hoards of songs in her amazing memory she set herself very humbly to finding more. The Wheezy's friends helped her so joyously! Her audiences helped her so artlessly! And the Poetry Girl fairly lived in the library unearthing treasures for her! It was a wonderful, wonderful month, that month of May!
It was in the "paintable" green dress that she "pretended" her way to fame and it came about this way. Without actually realizing it she was getting accustomed to a fairly large audience on the Sunday afternoons when she whistled for the Wheezy's friends.
"I am going to do some songs for you but I can't exactly sing " The bald man grunted, he considered that plain foolishness and it was! "But I can play this lute a little and I can whistle " "Louder!" called the voices at the rear. She lifted her chin defiantly. "Oh, dear! Oh, dear! Maybe some of them are deaf like the Wheezy's friends, oh dear!
"She used to whistle " the admission came slowly after deep thought, "She used to whistle real good, when the old man wasn't about." Felicia sat down on the edge of the Wheezy's bed. Her eyes were shining. Mrs. Sperry had come back and was sitting by the Wheezy's window. It seemed that they shared the room. She was staring animatedly at her room-mate's visitor.
The little gray moths of women crept closer, some of them fluttered into the Wheezy's room. The twilight grew deeper and deeper, and on the edge of the Wheezy's bed sat little Miss By-the-day and whistled the songs that Marthy used to sing. "Churry Ripe Churry Ripe " and "Ever of thee I am fondly dreaming " She whistled until some one came down the corridor to light the lights.
The Wheezy's bony hand was on hers, the Wheezy's tears were falling. "Why under the shining canopy I didn't know who you was " she muttered apologetically, "My soul, I guess it's because I can't half see!" "No, it's because " Felicia sighed, "I'm not really that little girl any more. Only the Happy Part of her is here " she put her hand on her breast. "I'm really old like Grandy like Piqueur.
"I remember, I remember in the years long passed away, A little maid and I would meet beside the stream to play-" Her quavering voice recited the verses, while Felicia whistled, oh, so softly! They fluttered after her as she walked down the corridor, the Matron walked beside her and the Wheezy's arm was through hers.
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