" Why are you so tall? she said and I got up on my feet and said, Why are you so short Stella?
" I am not short, Royce ! she said and her nostrils were flaring like an dragon.
A persistent breeze lifted the thin curtains, fluttering a few moments of
tranquility into the turbulent day. I gaze over her shoulder.
There are the dirtstreaked glass panes of the bay windows, there are the heavy, moth-eaten drapes, and there, half hidden by the curtains,
" I know where I need to hide ? I said and move towards the window and it is cold and melancholy, never fails to shoot through my limbs as with arrows of sparkling piercing ice. I pull aside the thick curtains, And with my cheek leant upon the window pane I like to fancy that I am pressing as closely as can be upon the massy glass of time, w
