human
Take your partners for The Tempest! and was she a woman when he called:
gpt
All promenade to seats! She hardly knew. Beulah was a dream; the Yellow House was a dream, the dance was a dream, the partner was a dream. At one moment she was a child helping her father to plant the crimson rambler, at another she was a woman pulling a rose from the topmost branch and giving it to some one who steadied her hand on the trellis; some one who said
human
Thank you and
gpt
Good-night
human
Will you dance with me?
gpt
Doesn't the House of Carey need another prop?
human
Won't you give me a rose? and above all:
gpt
You sent your love to any one of the Hamilton children who should be of the right size; I was just the right size, and I took it!
human
Love couldn't be sent in a letter! expostulated Nancy in the dream; and somebody, in the dream, always answered,
gpt
Don't be so sure! Very strange things happen when Mother Carey's messengers go out over the seas. Don't you remember how they spoke to Tom in 'The Water Babies'?--Among all the songs that came across the water one was more sweet and clear than all, for it was the song of a young girl's voice.... And what was the song that she sung?... Have patience, keep your eye single and your hands clean, and you will learn some day to sing it yourself, without needing any man to teach you!