Whats a cat more or less on two hundred
acres?
And so are thecolumbines in the old
orchard.
As I was saying, Emily, we could not decide as to
who should havethe care of you.
Itsgrey roof was dotted over with cushions of moss
like fat green-velvet mice.
Emily thought apple turnover sounded nice, though
she did not knowwhat it was. Dont ever let me see you kissing a cat again, she
ordered. We must get some things for the child, she said. NEW MOONEmily found the
drive through the blossomy June world pleasant. A line of white writing came
outvividly on one.
Emily toasted hertoes before it and felt reviving
interest in her surroundings.
There was ahigh hedge of clipped spruce all around
it, spaced at intervals bytall Lombardies.
But how am I to know when the spirit moves you,
Cousin Jimmy?
Emily wondered if she could see it inthe air. And
dont be afraid, added Aunt Laura, the cows know the way sowell theyll go of
themselves. I WILL be, said Emily, suddenly determining to be heroic, likethe girl
in the stories she had read.
It was asnow-white little building in a clump of
tall balm-of-gileads.
And theyre theonly things left in the world that
love me.
Ill begin of my own accord to recite my
compositions.
Whats a cat more or less on two hundred
acres?
I tell you to go to sleep,and I EXPECT you to obey
me.
Shelonged for the old quiet and the sweet,
remembered talks with herfather. Your Aunt Elizabeth doesnt like new-fangled things.
Ill begin of my own accord to recite my compositions.
That littlewindow had always seemed to Emily to
open on a world of wonder.