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Are you fond of poetry? Maybe you are a poet. You have a delicate, ethereal look." "Do poets have that?" asked Hanny. "I know a girl who writes verses and stories; but she isn't at all ethereal. I'm quite sure I couldn't write verses or anything," and she gave a soft laugh. "Well, I think geniuses look quite like other people. I've seen a number of them lately.
Hanny wasn't a bit enthusiastic about going to West Farms. "Janey and Polly seem so childish," she said to her brother Joe. "And you are getting to be a little old woman. We don't want you to turn old and grey before your time, and have to wear spectacles and all that." "But I can see the least little thing," protested the child, earnestly.
And if you and Miss Daisy want to laugh beyond measure, get the 'Rose and the Ring, that he wrote for his two little girls." "Oh," said Hanny, "are they at home, in England?" "Yes, with an aunt." "Haven't they any mother?" "They have no mother," he said gravely.
Grandfather Bounett, who had been very feeble of late, had died. Hanny had seen him a number of times since her memorable introductory visit. Luella had been sent to boarding-school, and was quite toned down, was indeed a young lady. Doctor Joe had made frequent visits, and the old gentleman had told him many striking incidents of his life.
Altogether, it was a splendid time, only she felt as if there had been some kind of a Cinderella transformation; and that she was safe only as long as she wore short frocks. A week afterward, Mr. Andersen returned to the city, and Hanny was invited down to tea at the Jaspers. They had a nice time, only the talk was not quite so charming as when it was interspersed with dancing.
She wrote about herself to Hanny. She only practised an hour a day, and could stand it very well. Everything was so queer and foreign, though often very beautiful. But the operas were enchanting beyond description. "I want to learn to play a little for myself," she wrote. "And I find I have quite a good voice.
Regarding her fixedly for a moment, he said, addressing her by the old pet name which had once been so familiar to him: "Hanny, that is why you said 'no' to me that summer night when we walked together under the chestnut trees, and I felt that you had broken my heart?"
Joe said she was lovely; and Jim really was very complimentary. He did wish that he was going. But Jim counted the cost of everything now, for he was trying to get out of debt. The coach came up from the Jaspers' and Hanny was put inside. Joe insisted on sharing the box with the driver. When Daisy took off her wrap in the dressing-room, she had on a pale pink silk.
Oh, there! I promised to call him Charles, but I think Robert's prettier, don't you? And mother said she'd write the invitations on note-paper. And she has some lovely little envelopes." That did look like a party. "I think John Robert Charles is real nice," said Hanny timidly. "But I am afraid of his mother." "Oh, so is he, awful!
Hoffman knew, and Hanny had seen on Broadway or up at Washington Square. Daisy was almost in despair at the thought of Hanny's return. Dr. Hoffman had promised to take a brother physician's practice when he went away to recuperate, so he felt that he really could not extend his stay beyond the week. "Oh, I do wish I had a sister!" groaned Daisy.
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