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Rh Between the line of firelight flash And daylight's purple gloom, Thinking how girlish voice and form Gladdened the dim old room.

&quot; What will you wear, Anita, dear; Garnet, or friar's gray? I mean to wear a lovely blue, Made in a charming way. I'll have pink roses in my hat, Just perched upon the brim; Somebody likes them — you know who; Not that I care for him !

&quot;But one loves roses for themselves. And you — what will you wear? Oh, if you wish a lovely shade, You need but match your hair. What funny shopping that would be, Where fabrics, wide unrolled, Would lack, this one the shadow brown, And that the gleaming gold!&quot;

&quot;Nay, Myrtle, I shall foil my locks, Not match them; so 'twill be A pansy purple, made en suite, With basque and flounces three; A chain of gold about my neck, And golden-tinted gloves, you know.&quot; The tea-bell rang. That night — ah me! It seems so long ago.