Summary

Various The New England Magazine, Volume 1…

Dorris makes a charming little hostess as she flits from room to room, and at last pauses on the porch before a group of three, L’Estrange, Endicott, and Lieut. Allen, an old friend who is home on sick-leave, who welcome warmly and admiringly the slight, graceful figure in its white dress, with a bag of red, white, and blue hanging from her dimpled elbow, a fancy of Dorris, enhanced by the red and white roses and blue forget-me-nots in her hair,—flowers which she found on her spinning-wheel, with no clew to the giver.
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Various The New England Magazine, Volume 1…

I’m waiting for my hero, Max.”
“For your hero? Yes; I thought you were. And what is he like? A fairy prince like the Sleeping Beauty’s?”
“Don’t be satirical: it doesn’t suit you, Max,” retorts Dorris.
“Satirical? I’m in the deepest earnest. Won’t you describe him? I really wish to know.”
“Well,” began Dorris, “it is not exactly an easy thing to describe an imaginary person. He is no fairy prince, Max, but a strong and earnest man, a true and noble soul; a man who, for a good cause, would peril anything, a knight like Bayard of old: sans peur et sans reproche.”
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