Emily threw him a glance of coquetry that very
nearly made him kissher. If I ever had been, even though I amold now, I might have
held you. What ghost came betweenthe lips that might have met? And yet it is
terribly sweet to be free once more. It made Emily feel hopeless, as if the best of
lifealready lay in the past. And Mona Lisa willwhisper to you the ageless secret of
her smile and you shall put itin a story. The ghosts of things that never
happenedare worse than the ghosts of things that did.
She turned to the doorwith a little
shiver.
DID she love Dean Priest whom she was going to
marry in June?
A small cloud seemed to shape itself within the
gazing-ball. This egg will some day be a robin, Star, towhistle us blithely home in
the afterlight.
Emily put her hands against the little porch column
and laid herhead against them.
Hitherto Emily would have shrunk unspeakablyfrom
seeking Mrs. Its lovelier than Ive everdreamed of its being. And cant we arrange to
have thespring of Ponce de Leon over in that corner? A broken engagement is a very
slightthing nowadays.
And cant we arrange to have thespring of Ponce de
Leon over in that corner?
She was a woman before her time,thought Aunt Laura
with a sigh. He always slipped up the hill path beside her like agrey shadow dappled
with dark.
Our house and we are going to be good friends,
agreed Dean.
He dropped his poor grey face in his hands. Emilys
a nicer name than Cytherea or Juno, I think. The old creative fire seems tohave
burned out into ashes and I cannot rekindle it. The old creative fire seems tohave
burned out into ashes and I cannot rekindle it.
Sometimes that question forced itself on Emily,
butshe would not answer it. Perhaps this latter fact partly accountsfor my white
night.
What a difference between her smile and Mona Lisas,
said Dean,looking from one to the other. From somewhere down the dim road behind the
spruces came laughter. I am notafraid she will ever tell him what I said. Emily
found herselfthinking what a nice, pleasant, friendly thing death would
be.
The soul of thathappy last summer would come back
to her.
Something strange anduncanny about the silence.
Well need a dogto keep your cats in order. Sometimes that question forced itself on
Emily, butshe would not answer it.