That is an example of what our Madame calls
'symbolism.' "
"Hush — sh! Madame would call it something else. Now how are
we going to get the cap down?"
For the lamp hung high, having been pushed up out of reach for
the day. The St. Clair ran off, and Miss Macy followed; but
the two others consulted, and Lansing ran down to waylay the
chambermaid and beg a broom. By the help of the broom handle
my cap was at length dislodged from its perch, and restored to
me. But I was angry. I felt the fiery current running through
my veins; and the unspeakable saucy glance of St. Clair's eye,
as I passed her to take my place in the procession, threw fuel
on the fire. I think for years I had not been angry in such a
fashion. The indignation I had at different times felt against
the overseer at Magnolia was a justifiable thing. Now I was
angry and piqued. The feeling was new to me. — I had been
without it very long. I swallowed the ground with my feet
during that walk; but before the walk came to an end the
question began to come up in my mind, what was the matter? and
whether I did well? These sprinklings of water on the flame I
think made it leap into new life at first; but as they came
and came again, I had more to think about than St.
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