author - "May Sinclair"
ut her eyes,squeezing the lids down, frightened. But when she thought of the lane shecould see nothing but the green banks, the three tall elms, and the redcampion pricking through the white froth of the cow's parsley; her motherstood on the garden walk in her wide, swinging gown; she was holding thered and white flowers up to her face and saying, "Look, howbeautiful they are."
She saw her all the time while Connie was telling her the secret. Shewanted to get up and go to her. Connie knew what it meant when youstiffened suddenly and made yourself tall and cold and silent. The coldsilence would frighten her and she would go away. Then, Harriett thought,she could get back to her mother and Longfellow.
Every afternoon, through the hours before her father came home, she sat inthe cool, green-lighted drawing-room reading Evangeline aloud toher mother. When they came to the beautiful places they looked at eachother and smiled.
She passed through her fourteenth year sedately,
ut her eyes,squeezing the lids down, frightened. But when she thought of the lane shecould see nothing but the green banks, the three tall elms, and the redcampion pricking through the white froth of the cow's parsley; her motherstood on the garden walk in her wide, swinging gown; she was holding thered and white flowers up to her face and saying, "Look, howbeautiful they are."
She saw her all the time while Connie was telling her the secret. Shewanted to get up and go to her. Connie knew what it meant when youstiffened suddenly and made yourself tall and cold and silent. The coldsilence would frighten her and she would go away. Then, Harriett thought,she could get back to her mother and Longfellow.
Every afternoon, through the hours before her father came home, she sat inthe cool, green-lighted drawing-room reading Evangeline aloud toher mother. When they came to the beautiful places they looked at eachother and smiled.
She passed through her fourteenth year sedately,