brcgm
01-12-2012, 15:26
The girl on the summit of the load sat motionless, surrounded by tables and chairs with their legs upwards, backed by an oak settle, and ornamented in front by pots of geraniums, myrtles, and cactuses, together with a caged canary - all probably from the windows of the house just vacated. There was also a cat in a willow basket, from the partly-opened lid of which she gazed with hal-closed eyes, and affectionately-surveyed the small birds around.
the hansome girl waited for some time idly in her place, and the only sound heard in the stillness was the hopping of the canary up and down the perches of its prison. Then she looked attentively downwards. It was not at the bird, nor at the cat; it was at an oblong package tied in paper, and lying between them. She turned her head to learn if the waggoner were coming. He was not yet in sight, and her eyes crept back to the packege, her thoughts seeming to run upon what was inside it. At lenght she drew the article into her lap, and untied the paper covering a small swing looking-glass was disclosed, in which she proceeded to survey herself attentively. She parted her lips and smiled.
It was a fine morning, and the sun lighted up to a scarlet glow the crimson jacket she wore, and painted a soft lustre upon her bright face and dark hair. The myrtles, geraniums, and cactuses packed around her were fresh and green, and at such a leafless season they invested the whole concern of horses, waggon, furniture, and girl with a peculiar vernal charm. What possessed her to indulge in such a performance in the sight of the sparrows, black-birds, and unperceived farmers who were alone its spectators, - whether the smile began as a fictitious one, to test her capactity in that art, - nobady knows; it ended certainly in a real smile. She blushed at herself, and seeing her reflection blush, blushed the more.
the hansome girl waited for some time idly in her place, and the only sound heard in the stillness was the hopping of the canary up and down the perches of its prison. Then she looked attentively downwards. It was not at the bird, nor at the cat; it was at an oblong package tied in paper, and lying between them. She turned her head to learn if the waggoner were coming. He was not yet in sight, and her eyes crept back to the packege, her thoughts seeming to run upon what was inside it. At lenght she drew the article into her lap, and untied the paper covering a small swing looking-glass was disclosed, in which she proceeded to survey herself attentively. She parted her lips and smiled.
It was a fine morning, and the sun lighted up to a scarlet glow the crimson jacket she wore, and painted a soft lustre upon her bright face and dark hair. The myrtles, geraniums, and cactuses packed around her were fresh and green, and at such a leafless season they invested the whole concern of horses, waggon, furniture, and girl with a peculiar vernal charm. What possessed her to indulge in such a performance in the sight of the sparrows, black-birds, and unperceived farmers who were alone its spectators, - whether the smile began as a fictitious one, to test her capactity in that art, - nobady knows; it ended certainly in a real smile. She blushed at herself, and seeing her reflection blush, blushed the more.