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"Paint those eyes, so blue, so kind, Eager tell-tales of her mind; Paint with their impetuous stress Of inquiring tenderness; Those frank eyes, where deep doth lie An angelic gravity. " Matthew Arnold.
The last day of Evereld's school life was drawing to a close, "packing day" as they called it, and when it had been a mere question of the beginning of the holidays it had always been a rather festive occasion. But on this last evening, standing at the threshold of a new untried life, there was a good deal of sadness about it, and her usually bright face was a little clouded as she paced up and down a shady garden walk with her special friend Bride O'Ryan. The merry voices of the younger children, as they played hide and seek, and now and then a distant sound of applause from those who were watching the tennis players, made her feel melancholy, for to-morrow she would no longer have her nook in this happy, busy hive of industry, would no longer have a share in the genial life, but would be in a very different home, a home which was not her own, which had never seemed in the least homelike, and to which she did not at all want to return.