Daniel came, and Berrien, with that woman—
So fair, she seemed unnatural—between them.
She must have made them bring her, someone said;
And laughed.
But no one laughed when Dora came.
She was so pitiful in her loose coat,
Concealing, healing nothing. Would she dance?
If only with Bruce Hanna, would she dance?
Too late for it, some whispered; and some blamed
The silly boy. To let her show like that!