"Eglantine est la fleur que j'aime
La violette est ma couleur…."[H]
Next, lower, but as if stirred softly by the lingering strain rather than feeling its sadness:
[Footnote H: "Eglantine is the flower I love,
My color is the violet">[
"….Dans le souci tu vois l'emblème
Des chagrins de mon triste coeur."[I]
[Footnote I:
"….The symbol shall the emblem prove
Of my sad heart and eyelids wet">[
When she got thus far, she stopped and called out, cheerfully:—"Come along, my little ones; come along; come along and recite your duties!" And in a trice they all raced in and were panting in a row about her.
Thus one sultry afternoon, Mr. Chrysler found her sitting, book and sewing on her lap and only a rosary about her neck to relieve the modest black dress, whose folds,
"Plain in their neatness," accorded well with her indefinably gentle bearing. Seeing him, she stopped and dropped her head, like a good convent maiden.
"Procedez, ma'amselle," he said, nodding benevolently. "Do not disturb yourself."