"Won Cinderella!" He wondered sharply how much she knew, if anything, and decided she was probably speaking on the authority of recent rumor gleaned from Horace Penfield.
"You seem to imply that the gods are offering me nectar in a hemlock cup."
She nodded several times, each nod becoming more emphatic.
"Ah, happy he who gains not
The love some seem to gain."
"Ah, happy he who gains not
The love some seem to gain."
"Señorita," he protested politely, "your hyperbole is no doubt fraught with wisdom, but it is a wisdom beyond my dense understanding."
"You've forgotten," she replied. "'Twas a lesson we learned 'when you were a tadpole and I was a fish,' It is a bit of wisdom that lies deep in our hearts; but we shrink from it and refuse to heed it, clinging blindly to our illusions."
"You always moralize so unpleasantly." He looked so desperate that she laughed her silver, ringing laughter that shook the rose‑petals from their calyxes.
"Well, to change the subject, when you have Cinderella and Eldorado what are you going to do with them?"
"Enjoy life!"