. Trix and Over-the-moon. uat, and broad . . like a flat island ofwhite enamel and wrought brass in the sea oftroubles that swelled about it. It had littlerails here and little posts there, and rivets andbands of brass, that seemed of no use what-ever . . and a hard, sharp edge that bit theknees of the unwary who sought to mountupon it. . It choked up the room, and nomattress could be invented to fit it that didntcave in toward the middle after a monthsuse. Stodgy and gaunt and glaring, it dom-ineered over the rest of the trim furniture, likean old town dowager over an assembly ofcountry mice,
. Trix and Over-the-moon. uat, and broad . . like a flat island ofwhite enamel and wrought brass in the sea oftroubles that swelled about it. It had littlerails here and little posts there, and rivets andbands of brass, that seemed of no use what-ever . . and a hard, sharp edge that bit theknees of the unwary who sought to mountupon it. . It choked up the room, and nomattress could be invented to fit it that didntcave in toward the middle after a monthsuse. Stodgy and gaunt and glaring, it dom-ineered over the rest of the trim furniture, likean old town dowager over an assembly ofcountry mice, and Trix, in her heart of hearts,doted on it as one of her chief achievements,despite Sidneys sarcasm, and cherished itfondly, polishing its brazen splendor with herown hands and her pet chamois-skin. Suchis the weakness of the master painter whothinks that he can better compose , Tim, she said, finally, snippingoff a thread with her white teeth, small andsharp as a young vixens, run along to the42. THERE. TIM, RUN ALONG AND TELL JOE TO SADDLE THE RION COLT ? •• TRIX AND OVER-T HE-MOON stable and tell Joe to saddle the Rion colt. . cant think of a proper name for thathorse! . . with my second-best saddle, andget Horace for himself. Ill be ready intwenty minutes now, just as soon as I givethis stuffing a stitch or too. . And hi! . .Wait! . . Tell Ashton to bring along thetwo ponies, and Gleam and Firefly. . Runnow! . . She seated herself astride a little three-legged blue stool that she had used as a babyto eat her porridge off of, and fell to withsquared elbows on her saddle, just as Sidney,patting a square of manuscript into shape, en-tered by the door of the dressing-room. Very busy.^ said he. . Theres a bithere Id like to read you ... if youve gottime. . My stars, Trix, you do look a ducklike that! . . And he stood watching herwith a little smile of proprietorship, as sheswung to and fro, punching in and pullingfar out the huge needle with its
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