. Emmy Lou : her book & heart . s Lizzie was not fair, Emmy Lou did not reach home until din-ner was long over. She had first to cover fourslips of trial-paper and half a page in her bookwith upward strokes fine and hairlike, anddownward strokes black and heavy. EmmyLou ate her dinner alone. At supper she spoke. Emmy Lou gen-erally spoke conclusions and, unless pressed. THE SHADOW OF A TRAGEDY did not enter into the processes of lier rea-soning. I dont want to go to school any more. Aunt Cordelia looked shocked. AuntLouise looked stern. Uncle Charlie lookedat Emmy Lou. That sounds more natural
. Emmy Lou : her book & heart . s Lizzie was not fair, Emmy Lou did not reach home until din-ner was long over. She had first to cover fourslips of trial-paper and half a page in her bookwith upward strokes fine and hairlike, anddownward strokes black and heavy. EmmyLou ate her dinner alone. At supper she spoke. Emmy Lou gen-erally spoke conclusions and, unless pressed. THE SHADOW OF A TRAGEDY did not enter into the processes of lier rea-soning. I dont want to go to school any more. Aunt Cordelia looked shocked. AuntLouise looked stern. Uncle Charlie lookedat Emmy Lou. That sounds more natural/* said UncleCharlie, but nobody listened. Shes been missing, said Aunt Louise. Shes growing too fast, said Aunt Cor-delia, who had just been ripping two tucks outof Emmy Lous last winters dress ; she cantbe well. So Emmy Lou wastaken to the doctor,who gave her a following this,she all at once re-gained her usualcheerful little state ofmind, and expressedno more unwilling-ness to go to school. But it was not * Ofie loved the far cor?ier ofthe sofa. [153] EMMY LOU It Was the Green and Gold Book. Rosalie brought It. It belonged to her andto Alice and to Amanthus. They lent it to Emmy Lou. And the glamour opened and closed aboutEmmy Lou, and she knew—she knew it ail—why the hair of Amanthus gleamed, why Aliceflitted where others walked, why laughter dweltin the cheek of Rosalie. The glamour openedand closed about Emmy Lou, and she andRosalie and Alice and Amanthus moved in aworld of their own—the world of the Greenand Gold Book, for the Green and Gold Bookwas The Book of Fairy Tales.* The strange, the inexplicable, the meaning-less, that hitherto one had thought the real—teachers, problems, such — they became theouter world, the things of small matter. One loved the far corner of the sofa now,with the book in ones lap, with ones hair fall-ing about ones face and book, shutting out theunreal world and its people. The real world lay between the covers
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