Rising from her chair, she bent over, kissed him on the forehead, went to the lattice, picked another rose, and came back. "See," she said, standing in the light; "life and beauty and joy--all in a rose."
"And love," he added.
"And love." She held it at arm"s length. Sharply defined, the shadow fell upon the white floor of the veranda, perfect in line.
"And there," she continued, "is the same thing in another form. It is still a rose--anyone can see that. Only the colour and fragrance are gone, but one can remember both. To-morrow I"ll write, and find out which we"re to have--the rose, or the shadow of the rose."
"It"s chance," he said, "like the tossing of a coin."
"Most things are," she reminded him. "Did you ever stop to think what destinies attend the opening or closing of a door?"
He made no answer. "Good-night," she said, with a smile.
"Good-night, my beloved." His face was illumined with "the light that never was on sea or land," but he did not even attempt to touch her hand.
XV
The Inlaid Box
[Sidenote: Beauty]
""Beauty,"" read Grandmother Starr, with due emphasis upon every word, ""is the birthright of every woman,"" She looked up from the pages of _The Household Guardian_ as she made this impressive announcement.
Rosemary was busy in the kitchen, and Miss Matilda sat at the other window mending a three-cornered tear in last year"s brown alpaca.
""The first necessity of beauty is an erect carriage,"" she continued.
"That lets us out," commented Matilda, "not havin" any carriage at all."
"Frank used to say," said Grandmother, irrelevantly, "that he always had his own carriage until his Pa and me got tired of pushin" it."
"What kind of a carriage is an erect carriage?" queried Matilda, biting off her thread.
"I ain"t never heard tell of "em," replied Grandmother, cautiously, "but I should think, from the sound of it, that it was some kind that was to be driv" standin" up."
[Sidenote: The Power of Ages]
"Then I"ve seen "em."
"Where?" Grandmother lowered her spectacles to the point where they rested upon the wart and peered disconcertingly at Matilda. The upper part of the steel frames crossed her eyeb.a.l.l.s horizontally, giving her an uncanny appearance.
"At the circus, when Pa took us. After the whole show was over they had what they called a chariot race, and women driv" around the tent in little two-wheeled carts, standin" up."
"Matilda Starr! "Tain"t no such thing!"
Matilda shrugged her shoulders with an air of finality. "All right," she returned, with cold sarcasm, "as long as you see it and I didn"t."
""Beauty has been the power of the ages,"" Grandmother continued, taking refuge once more in _The Household Guardian_. ""Cleopatra and Helen of Troy changed the map of the world by their imperial loveliness.""
"I didn"t know imps was lovely," Matilda remarked, frowning at the result of her labours. "I reckon I"ll have to set a piece in at the corner, where it"s puckerin"."
"Ain"t I always told you that the only way to mend a three-cornered tear was to set a piece in? Some folks never get old enough to learn anything. Even Frank"s wife would have known better"n that."
[Sidenote: Cleopatra]
"Never mind Frank"s wife," returned Matilda, somewhat hurriedly. "Let her rest in her grave and go on readin" about the lovely imps."
"It doesn"t say imps is lovely. It says "imperial loveliness.""
"Well, ain"t that the same thing?"
"No, it ain"t. Imperial means empire."
"Then why ain"t it spelled so? Imperial begins with an _i_ and so does imp, and, accordin" to what I learned when I went to school, empire begins with an _e_."
There seemed to be no adequate reply to this, so Grandmother went on: "If Cleopatra"s nose had been an inch longer, where would Egypt have been now?"
"Where "tis, I reckon," Matilda returned, seeing that an answer was expected.
"No, it wouldn"t."
"Why not?"
"I don"t know why not, but if it wouldn"t have made no difference, the man that wrote the piece wouldn"t have asked about it."
"Well, then, let him answer it himself, as long as he knows."
""Wars have been fought over beautiful women,"" Grandmother resumed, ""and will continue to be till the end of time.""
"What about Egypt?" interrupted Matilda.
"I ain"t come to that yet. Let me alone, can"t you? "Every mother should begin with her child almost from the moment of birth. Projecting ears can be corrected by the wearing of a simple cap, and a little daily attention to the nose in the way of gentle pinching with the fingers, will insure the proper shape. This of course, must be done while the cartilage is easily pushed into the proper position.""
[Sidenote: The Paper"s Circulation]
"While the what?" Matilda demanded.
"Cart-i-lage. It means before the child has outgrown its buggy. "Teeth and complexion are to be considered later, but must be looked after carefully. Every woman should bear in mind the fact that a good complexion comes from the inside.""
"The man what wrote that piece ain"t got the slightest idea of what he"s talkin" about."
Grandmother transfixed Matilda with an icy stare. Then, turning to the last page of the paper, she read, with due attention to emphasis: ""_The Household Guardian_ is read every week in more than one million homes.
Averaging five people to each family, this means that five million people, every Thursday, are eagerly watching for the regular issue of _The Household Guardian_." If he don"t know what he"s talkin" about, why are five million people waitin" for the paper? Answer me that, Matilda Starr, if you can!"
"There ain"t five in every family," Matilda objected. "That means the Pa and Ma and three children."