"'But I must, Mumsey, I must!'"
Fragment of a Letter, 1893.
CONTENTS.
| [A CROSS LINE.] |
| [NOW SPRING HAS COME.] |
| [THE SPELL OF THE WHITE ELF.] |
| [A LITTLE GRAY GLOVE.] |
| [AN EMPTY FRAME.] |
| [UNDER NORTHERN SKY.] |
| [ I.]How Marie Larsen Exorcised a Demon |
| [ II.]A Shadow's Slant |
| [ III.]An Ebb Tide |
KEYNOTES.
A CROSS LINE.
The rather flat notes of a man's voice float out into the clear air, singing the refrain of a popular music-hall ditty. There is something incongruous between the melody and the surroundings. It seems profane, indelicate, to bring this slangy, vulgar tune, and with it the mental picture of footlight flare and fantastic dance, into the lovely freshness of this perfect spring day.