Georgina of the Rainbows

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ay for a time, leaving nothing to fire at. So Georgina, going home with her prism and her "line to live by," r

It had been posted at some way-station. There was a check inside for a dollar which she was to spend as she pleased. A dear little note it was, which made Georgina's throat ache even while it

wn where the shops were, when they were all lighted, and when the summer people were surging along the board-walk and out into the middle of the

ir shops seemed twice as attractive as when seen by day, and early as it was in the evening

occasion, walked down the aisle and took her seat near the stage, feeling as

a sat she could look out through the door and see the lights of a hundred boats twinkling in long wavy lines across the black wa

a shipwreck in it, and passengers were brought ashore in the breeches buoy, just as she had seen sailors brought in on practice days over at the Race Point Lifesaving station. And th

the day of Cousin Mehitable's visit. Belle's hands were locked together in her lap, and her lips were pressed in a thin line as if she

egan to feel strangely confused, as if _she_ were the heroine on the films; as if _she_ were kneeling there on the shore in tha

uite cheerfully and in her ordinary manner to her next neighbor. She even laughed in response to some joking remark as they edged their way slowly up the aisle to the door. It seemed to

odging back to escape the jam when the crowd had to part to let a vehicle through. But after a few blocks of such jostling the going was easier. The dru

assing the Green Stairs there was an unobstructed view of the harbor. A full moon was high overhead, flooding the water and b

"Let's go over there and sit down a few minutes," she said. "It

a while without speaking, just as they had sat before the pictures on the films, for never on any film was ever shown a scene of such entrancing loveliness as the one spread out before them. In the broad path made by the moon h

had, she would have realized that her listener was only a child and would not have said all she did. Or maybe, something within her felt the influence of the night, the magical drawing of the

gina's little lifetime! And now Belle was twenty-seven. Twenty-seven seemed very old to Georgina. She stole another upward glance at her companion. Belle did

f that summer, and Georgina, who up to this night had only glimpsed the dim outlines of romance, as a child of ten would glimpse them

d up with a complet

said briskly. "Aunt Maria will sc

ays known--so different from the one lifting the veil of

g-to-sleep time would be sad. But she was so busy recalling the events of the day that she never thought of the om

town stood by and cheered when she came up with it, dripping, and the mother took her in her arms and said, _"You_ are our prism

ak of Cape Cod would come and ask her to tell him of its people, and she wou

he light of a fitful lantern, and inside would be a confession written by the man who had really stolen the money, saying that Dan Darcy was innocent. And Uncle Darcy

moving through her mind as they had moved across the films earlier in the evening.

to her grave as Belle was doing. It seemed such a sweet, sad way to live that she thought it would be more interesting to have her life like that, than to have it go along like the lives of all the married people of her acquaintance. And if _he_ had a father like Emmett's father she would cling to him as B

tepping about the kitchen in a big gingham apron, preparing breakfast. Mrs. Triplett w

without groaning. So she's sort of 'between the de'il and the deep sea.' And touchy is no name for it. She doesn't like i

her neck, was still burning with the desire which Uncle Darcy's

word Uncle Darcy had given her--"the line to live by." But Tippy was in no humor to be adjured by a chit of a chi

Of course I'll bear up. There's nothing else _to_ do with rheumatism, but you

an impatient thump w

itself says 'There's a time to laugh and a time to weep, a time to mourn and a time to dance.' When the weeping

descended to the kitchen, much offended. It hurt her feelings to have her good offices spurned in such a way. She didn't care how ba

reakfast. Grandfather Shirley was better than she had expected to find him, Barby wired. Particulars would follow soon in a letter. It cheered Georgina up so much that she took a pencil and tablet of paper up into the willow tree and wrote a long account to her mother of the birthda

d stop on my way back at the Green Stairs and see

's to do your playing," she answered. "It might bo

Richard had taught her. There was no answer. She repeated it several times, and then Mr. Moreland appeared at the window, in his artist's smock with a palette on his thumb and a decidedly impatie

rgina stood looking idly about her. And while she hesitated, Manuel and

that she was justified in disobeying her because of her recent crossness, she rounded them up for a chase over the granite slabs of the break

aching in war-whoops, with a battered tin pan for a tom-tom, three impromptu Indians sped down the beach under the studio windows, pursued by

s in lapsing into the dreamy attitude which his father wanted, started up at the first whoop, so alert and interested that his nostrils quive

. His body assumed the same listless pose as before, but his eyes were so eager and shining with

all up with us for this time. You might as well go on

her hound. In the readjustment of parts Rosa was told to answer to the name of Hector. It was all one to Rosa whether she was hound or re