dawn on her that we only garner to give out.

_Creare--creatum_, she had repeated in class from her Latin Grammar, but
she did not understand the meaning then. In the beginning God made, and
Man is in the image of God. She had found the answer to her discontent;
for to create, to give out, is the law.

She wrote on, head bent, cheek flushed, leaning absorbed above the paper
in her book.

On the way home she whispered that which had written itself, while her
feet kept time to the rhythm. It was Beautiful and Sad, and it was True:

"The bride and her maidens sat in her bower----"

She nodded to William loitering near the High School gate, and hurried
on. She did not want company just now:

"And they 'broidered a snow-white veil,
And their laughter was sweet as the orange flower
That breathed on the soft south gale."

But here William caught up with her. She had thought he would take the
hint, but he didn't, going with her to her very gate. But once inside,
she drew a long breath. The cherry buds were swelling and the sky was
blue. She took up her verse where William had interrupted:

"The bride and her maidens sit in her bower,
And they stitch at a winding-sheet;
And they weep as the breath of the orange flower----"

Emily is so absorbed at the dinner-table that Aunt Cordelia is moved to
argue about it. She sha'n't go to school if she does not eat her dinner
when she gets home. "And that beautiful slice of good roast beef
untouched," says Aunt Cordelia.

Emily frowned, being intent on that last line, which is not written yet.
She is hunting the rhyme for winding-sheet.

What is this Aunt Cordelia is saying? "Eat--meat----"

How _can_ Aunt Cordelia?--it throws one off--it upsets one.

Hattie chanced to be criticising Miss Beaton the next day, saying that
she required too little of her classes. "But then she is more concerned
getting ready to be married, I reckon," said Hattie.

"Oh," said Emily, "Hattie!" She was shocked, almost hurt, with Hattie.
"Don't you know about it?" she went on to explain. "She was going to be
married and--he--he never came--he was dead."

"No such thing," said Hattie. "He runs a feed store next my father's
office. We've got cards. It's the day after school's out."

"Then--which--" asked Emily falteringly.

"Why, I heard that the first of the year," said Hattie. "It was Miss
Carmichael that happened to."

Emily went off to herself. She felt bitter a