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Mutabile Semper
Yes,shewasmoresuitedfortheEast,thisimperiousyoungperson;andIdeterminedthatthithersheshouldbepersonallyconductedassoonasevermightbe.
Ireachedthefenceandclimbeduptwobarsofit,andleaningoverIlookedthiswayandthatformytwin-souledpartnerofthemorning.ItwasnotlongbeforeIcaughtsightofher,onlyashortdistanceaway.Herbackwastowardsmeand—well,onecanneverforeseeexactlyhowonewillfindthings—shewastalkingtoaBoy.
Ofcoursethereareboysandboys,andLordknowsIwasnevernarrow.Butthiswastheparson’ssonfromanadjoiningvillage,ared-headedboyandascommonalittlebeastaseverstepped.Hecultivatedferrets—hisonlygoodpoint;anditwasevidentlythroughthemediumofthisartthathewasbaselysupplantingme,forherheadwasbentabsorbedlyoversomethinghecarriedinhishands.WithsometrepidationIcalledout,“Hi!”Butanswertherewasnone.ThenagainIcalled,“Hi!”butthistimewithasickeningsenseoffailureandofdoom.Sherepliedonlybyacomplexgesture,decisiveinimportifnoteasilydescribed.Apetulanttossofthehead,ajerkoftheleftshoulder,andabackwardkickoftheleftfoot,alldeliveredatonce—thatwasall,andthatwasenough.Thered-headedboyneverevencondescendedtoglancemyway.Why,indeed,shouldhe?Idroppedfromthefencewithoutanothereffort,andtookmywayhomewardsalongthewearyroad
