Might I," Quavered Mary, "might I Have

Imagine, If You Can, What The Rest Of The Evening Was Like. How They Crouched By The Fire Which Blazed And Leaped And Made Much Of Itself In The Little Grate. How They Removed The Covers Of The Dishes, And Found Rich, Hot Savory Soup, Which Was A Meal In Itself, And Sandwiches And Toast And Muffins Enough For Both Of Them.

"it's So Beautiful!" She Said, A Little Breathless With Her Speed. "you Never Saw Anything So Beautiful! It Has Come! I Thought It Had Come That Other Morning, But It Was Only Coming. It Is Here Now! It Has Come, The Spring!"

...and Her Mother Had Been A Great Beauty Who Cared Only To Go To Parties And Amuse Herself With Gay Parties.

All Women Are Princesses , It Is Our Right.

Listen To Th' Wind Wutherin' Round The House," She Said. "you Could Bare Stand Up On The Moor If You Was Out On It Tonight." Mary Did Not Know What "wutherin'" Meant Until She Listened, And Then She Understood. It Must Mean That Hollow Shuddering Sort Of Roar Which Rushed Round And Round The House, As If The Giant No One Could See Were Buffeting It And Beating At The Walls And Windows To Try To Break In. But One Knew He Could Not Get In, And Somehow It Made One Feel Very Safe And Warm Inside A Room With A Red Coal Fire.