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"Imogen was by his side, So they wandered far and wide, The woods and vales stretched left and right, He loved the girl with all his might, So dropping on his bended knee He cried, 'Oh, fair one, pity me." A peal of laughter followed this closing line. It was a merry peal without malice or guile. Hester turned. Erma was standing in the doorway. "Oh, but that is rich!
Suddenly, a creaking sound was heard and a crush as though of breaking timber. "The ice!" cried Erma. Her voice was distinctly heard throughout the large dining-hall. Fortunately, they were at the dessert and Doctor Weldon excused them immediately. They were warned to fortify themselves with wraps against the weather.
When other girls talked together of what their parents and grandparents had done as children and repeated the old-time stories, which had been handed down to them as part of their family history, Hester Alden had only listened and had taken no part in the recital. Now, she would have evaded Erma's direct question, but Erma was not one who would permit her inquiries to go by the board.
The two girls followed Erma out of the hall and through the gardens of the Residence to a village of pretty dwellings. None of these was so large or imposing as the castle of the Private Citizen, but all were handsome enough to be called palaces as, in fact, they really were. The Lovely Lady of Light
"The best thing to do is not to think it," said Erma. She laughed long and loud and merrily. "That is quite an idea. After this, I shall not think things. Perhaps my brain will never wear out. Doesn't the physiology say that every thought wears away some of the gray cellular tissue? Thank goodness, no one can blame me for destroying mine. I am sure I never thought any of mine away."
"I'll take you back to your rooms. If I do not, you all will have nervous prostration, sitting here listening to such stories." "I do not know when Erma is complimenting me," said Mellie as she followed. "Sometimes I am 'silly goose' and sometimes I am 'peaches. Now when am I which, and why?" Erma laughed again. "Oh, you silly goose, don't you know you're peaches all the time with me?"
"Please to keep that story for another time," I said; "I shall be most happy to hear it then. But I have a particular wish, if you please, to see Mrs. Price before dark, unless there is any good reason why I should not." "Oh no, Miss Erma, no reason at all. Only please to bear in mind, miss, that she is a coorous woman. She is that jealous, and I might say forward "
"I do; but I do not intend talking about it now," said Hester. "I have greater things to do." Indeed, they all had that. They had kept up bravely under strenuous conditions. There had been no word of complaint. Erma especially, had been cheerful and gay as long as those two qualities were needed to sustain herself and her friends. Now, she was the first to give way.
Thereupon Erma rose and took Betsy's hand gently in her own. "Come," said she; "the feast time has arrived and the feast is spread." "That's nice," exclaimed the small mortal. "Now that I think of it, I'm awful hungry. But p'raps I can't eat your fairy food." The Queen smiled and led her to a doorway.
They are splendid in youth, like Aucassin, whose swooning passion for Nicolette is symbolical of their almost painful desire of beauty. In Hand and Soul, Rossetti tells us of Chiaro dell Erma that "he would feel faint in sunsets and at the sight of stately persons."
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