A Summer in Leslie Goldthwaite's Life. eBook

Adeline Dutton Train Whitney
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 237 pages of information about A Summer in Leslie Goldthwaite's Life..

A Summer in Leslie Goldthwaite's Life. eBook

Adeline Dutton Train Whitney
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 237 pages of information about A Summer in Leslie Goldthwaite's Life..

THE GREEN OF THE LEAF.

“Nothing but leaves—­leaves—­leaves!  The green things don’t know enough to do anything better!”

Leslie Goldthwaite said this, standing in the bay-window among her plants, which had been green and flourishing, but persistently blossomless, all winter, and now the spring days were come.

Cousin Delight looked up; and her white ruffling, that she was daintily hemstitching, fell to her lap, as she looked, still with a certain wide intentness in her eyes, upon the pleasant window, and the bright, fresh things it framed.  Not the least bright and fresh among them was the human creature in her early girlhood, tender and pleasant in its beautiful leafage, but waiting, like any other young and growing life, to prove what sort of flower should come of it.

“Now you’ve got one of your ‘thoughts,’ Cousin Delight!  I see it ‘biggening,’ as Elspie says.”  Leslie turned round, with her little green watering-pot suspended in her hand, waiting for the thought.

To have a thought, and to give it, were nearly simultaneous things with Cousin Delight; so true, so pure, so unselfish, so made to give,—­like perfume or music, which cannot be, and be withheld,—­were thoughts with her.

I must say a word, before I go further, of Delight Goldthwaite.  I think of her as of quite a young person; you, youthful readers, would doubtless have declared that she was old,—­very old, at least for a young lady.  She was twenty-eight, at this time of which I write; Leslie, her young cousin, was just “past the half, and catching up,” as she said herself,—­being fifteen.  Leslie’s mother called Miss Goldthwaite, playfully, “Ladies’ Delight;” and, taking up the idea, half her women friends knew her by this significant and epigrammatic title.  There was something doubly pertinent in it.  She made you think at once of nothing so much as heart’s-ease,—­a garden heart’s-ease, that flower of many names; not of the frail, scentless, wild wood-violet,—­she had been cultured to something larger.  The violet nature was there, colored and shaped more richly, and gifted with rare fragrance—­for those whose delicate sense could perceive it.  The very face was a pansy face; with its deep, large, purple-blue eyes, and golden brows and lashes, the color of her hair,—­pale gold, so pale that careless people who had perception only for such beauty as can flash upon you from a crowd, or across a drawing-room, said hastily that she had no brows or lashes, and that this spoiled her.  She was not a beauty, therefore; nor was she, in any sort, a belle.  She never drew around her the common attention that is paid eagerly to very pretty, outwardly bewitching girls; and she never seemed to care for this.  At a party, she was as apt as not to sit in a corner; but the quiet people,—­the mothers, looking on, or the girls, waiting for partners,—­getting into that same corner also, found the best pleasure

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