THE WINDOW

She kne^jjv nothing about it. But it was his way

with himl his truthfulness—for instance at dinner

shehadjbeen thinking quite instinctively. If only

he woulid speak! She had complete trust in him.

And dismissing all this, as one passes in diving

now a (weed, now a straw, now a bubble, she felt

again, sinking deeper, as she had felt in the hall

when the others were talking. There is something

I want—something I have come to get, and she

fell deeper and deeper without knowing quite

what it was, with her eyes closed. And she waited

a little, knitting, wondering, and slowly those

words they had said at dinner, " the China rose is

all abloom and buzzing with the honey bee," began

washing from side to side of her mind rhythmically,

and as they washed, words, like little shaded

lights, one red, one blue, one yellow, lit up in the

dark of her mind, and seemed leaving their

perches up there to fly across and across, or to

cry out and to be echoed; so she turned and felt

on the table beside her for a book.

And all the lives we ever lived

And all the lives to be,

Are full of trees and changing leaves,

she murmured, sticking her needles into the
stocking. And she opened the book and began
reading here and there at random, and as she did