Light as a bird, instinct with glee,
That fans the breezy air.
“O for a mind whose virtue moulds
All sensuous fair display,
And, like a strong commander, holds
A world of thoughts in sway!”
Professor Blackie
What has happened to Evereld?” said Ivy that morning, as Myra graciously cut out for her a second pattern of the sleeve which she wanted. “I have been to see her and it was like hurling words at a stone wall. I couldn’t have imagined that she would ever be like that.”
“Oh, you have just been in there,” said Myra reflectively. “I am sorry you went to-day.”
“What has come over her?” said Ivy. “She seemed almost to dislike me.”