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I could not help overhearing this conversation."Board her and clothe her!"--speaking of such a young creature! Oh, dear!--Yes,--she must be fed,--just like Bridget, maid-of-all-work at this establishment.Somebody must pay for it.Somebody has a right to watch her and see how much it takes to "keep" her, and growl at her, if she has too good an appetite.Somebody has a right to keep an eye on her and take care that she does not dress too prettily.No mother to see her own youth over again in these fresh features and rising reliefs of half-sculptured womanhood, and, seeing its loveliness, forget her lessons of neutral-tinted propriety, and open the cases that hold her own ornaments to find for her a necklace or a bracelet or a pair of ear-rings,--those golden lamps that light up the deep, shadowy dimples on the cheeks of young beauties,--swinging in a semi-barbaric splendor that carries the wild fancy to Abyssinian queens and musky Odalisques! I don't believe any woman has utterly given up the great firm of Mundus & Co., so long as she wears ear-rings.
I think Iris loves to hear the Little Gentleman talk.She smiles sometimes at his vehement statements, but never laughs at him.When he speaks to her, she keeps her eye always steadily upon him.This may be only natural good-breeding, so to speak, but it is worth noticing.I have often observed that vulgar persons, and public audiences of inferior collective intelligence, have this in common:
the least thing draws off their minds, when you are speaking to them.
I love this young creature's rapt attention to her diminutive neighbor while he is speaking.
He is evidently pleased with it.For a day or two after she came, he was silent and seemed nervous and excited.Now he is fond of getting the talk into his own hands, and is obviously conscious that he has at least one interested listener.Once or twice I have seen marks of special attention to personal adornment, a ruffled shirt-bosom, one day, and a diamond pin in it,--not so very large as the Koh-i-noor's, but more lustrous.I mentioned the death's-head ring he wears on his right hand.I was attracted by a very handsome red stone, a ruby or carbuncle or something of the sort, to notice his left hand, the other day.It is a handsome hand, and confirms my suspicion that the cast mentioned was taken from his arm.After all, this is just what I should expect.It is not very uncommon to see the upper limbs, or one of them, running away with the whole strength, and, therefore, with the whole beauty, which we should never have noticed, if it had been divided equally between all four extremities.If it is so, of course he is proud of his one strong and beautiful arm; that is human nature.I am afraid he can hardly help betraying his favoritism, as people who have any one showy point are apt to do,--especially dentists with handsome teeth, who always smile back to their last molars.
Sitting, as he does, next to the young girl, and next but one to the calm lady who has her in charge, he cannot help seeing their relations to each other.
That is an admirable woman, Sir,--he said to me one day, as we sat alone at the table after breakfast,--an admirable woman, Sir,--and Ihate her.
Of course, I begged an explanation.
An admirable woman, Sir, because she does good things, and even kind things,--takes care of this--this--young lady--we have here, talks like a sensible person, and always looks as if she was doing her duty with all her might.I hate her because her voice sounds as if it never trembled and her eyes look as if she never knew what it was to cry.Besides, she looks at me, Sir, stares at me, as if she wanted to get an image of me for some gallery in her brain,--and we don't love to be looked at in this way, we that have--I hate her,--I hate her,--her eyes kill me,--it is like being stabbed with icicles to be looked at so,--the sooner she goes home, the better.I don't want a woman to weigh me in a balance; there are men enough for that sort of work.The judicial character is n't captivating in females, Sir.Awoman fascinates a man quite as often by what she overlooks as by what she sees.Love prefers twilight to daylight; and a man doesn't think much of, nor care much for, a woman outside of his household, unless he can couple the idea of love, past, present, or future, with her.I don't believe the Devil would give half as much for the services of a sinner as he would for those of one of these folks that are always doing virtuous acts in a way to make them unpleasing.
--That young girl wants a tender nature to cherish her and give her a chance to put out her leaves,--sunshine, and not east winds.
He was silent,--and sat looking at his handsome left hand with the red stone ring upon it.--Is he going to fall in love with Iris?
Here are some lines I read to the boarders the other day:--THE CROOKED FOOTPATH
Ah, here it is! the sliding rail That marks the old remembered spot,--The gap that struck our schoolboy trail,--The crooked path across the lot.
It left the road by school and church, A pencilled shadow, nothing more, That parted from the silver birch And ended at the farmhouse door.
No line or compass traced its plan;
With frequent bends to left or right, In aimless, wayward curves it ran, But always kept the door in sight.
The gabled porch, with woodbine green,--
The broken millstone at the sill,--
Though many a rood might stretch between, The truant child could see them still.
No rocks, across the pathway lie,--
No fallen trunk is o'er it thrown,--
And yet it winds, we know not why, And turns as if for tree or stone.
Perhaps some lover trod the way With shaking knees and leaping heart,--And so it often runs astray With sinuous sweep or sudden start.
Or one, perchance, with clouded brain >From some unholy banquet reeled,--And since, our devious steps maintain His track across the trodden field.
Nay, deem not thus,--no earthborn will Could ever trace a faultless line;Our truest steps are human still,--
To walk unswerving were divine!
Truants from love, we dream of wrath;--
Oh, rather let us trust the more!
Through all the wanderings of the path, We still can see our Father's door!