My mind was soothed and
calmed by the influences of the scene, until the moon arose.
Moonlight, you know, disturbs--at least, when one is in love. (Ah,
Ned, I see you understand it!) I felt blissfully miserable, ready
to cry with joy at the knowledge that I loved, and with fear and
vexation at my cowardice, at the same time.
"Suddenly I heard a rustling beside me. Every nerve in my body
tingled, and I turned my head, with a beating and expectant heart.
Pshaw! It was Miss Ringtop, who spread her blue dress on the rock
beside me, and shook back her long curls, and sighed, as she gazed
at the silver path of the moon on the water.
"`Oh, how delicious!' she cried. `How it seems to set the spirit
free, and we wander off on the wings of Fancy to other spheres!'
"`Yes,' said I, `It is very beautiful, but sad, when one is alone.'
"I was thinking of Eunice.
"`How inadequate,' she continued, `is language to express the
emotions which such a scene calls up in the bosom! Poetry alone is
the voice of the spiritual world, and we, who are not poets, must
borrow the language of the gifted sons of Song.
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