. Emmy Lou : her book & heart . tayed in ones desk-—sometimes withAlice, or with Amanthus, sometimes withRosalie. To-day it was with Emmy Lou. One never read in school. But at recess,on the steps outside the big door, one readaloud in turn while the others ate their Hattie came, too, when she liked, andSadie. But one carried the book home, thatone might not be parted from it. To-day it was with Emmy Lou. It had cer- [156] THE SHADOW OF A TRAGEDY tain treasures between its leaves. One expectsto find faint sweet rose-leaves between thepages of the Green and Gold Book, and thescrap of
. Emmy Lou : her book & heart . tayed in ones desk-—sometimes withAlice, or with Amanthus, sometimes withRosalie. To-day it was with Emmy Lou. One never read in school. But at recess,on the steps outside the big door, one readaloud in turn while the others ate their Hattie came, too, when she liked, andSadie. But one carried the book home, thatone might not be parted from it. To-day it was with Emmy Lou. It had cer- [156] THE SHADOW OF A TRAGEDY tain treasures between its leaves. One expectsto find faint sweet rose-leaves between thepages of the Green and Gold Book, and thescrap of tinsel recalls the gleam and shimmerof the goose girls ball-dress of woven moon-beams. To-day the book was in Emmy Lous desk. Emmy Lou was at the board. It was Prob-lems. She did notneed a book. MissLizzie dictatedwhen one was atthe board. EmmyLou was poor atProblems andMiss Lizzie wascross about it. Sadie, at herdesk, needed abook. She had for-gotten her Arith-metic, and askedpermission to bor-row Emmy Lou*s. She went to get. tS7] you hadn^t aiiy right.^ EMMY LOU it. She pulled It out. Sadie had a way of beingunfortunate. She also pulled another book outwhich fell open on the floor, shedding rose-leaves and tinsel. The green and gold glitter of the bookcaught Miss Lizzies eye. Her fingers had been tearing at bits ofpaper all morning until her desk was strewn. Bring it to me, she said. Miss Lizzie took the book from Sadie andlooked at it. Emmy Lou had just failed quite miserablyat Problems. Miss Lizzies face was as if a white rage passed over stepped to the stove and cast the bookin. The very flames turned green and gold. It was gone—the world of glamour, of glory,of dreams—the world of Emmy Lou and Ro-salie, of Alice and Amanthus. It was not Emmy Lou. It was a crythrough Emmy Lou. Emmy Lou was justbeginning to grow tall, just losing the round-eyed faith of babyhood. Ton hadnt any right,*[158] THE SHADOW OF A TRAGEDY It was terrible. The Fourth Reader cl
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