From that day I was frequently allowed to enter the Mother's Room, but,
as I had feared, these visits failed to bring me into any closer
relationship with the lady of the house. She had indeed forgotten my
offense: I was one of her children, sharing equally with the others in
her impartial affection, and privileged to sit at her feet to relate to
her the incidents of the day, or describe all I had seen, and sometimes
to touch her thin white hand with my lips. But the distance separating
us was not forgotten. At the two first interviews she had taught me,
once for all, that it was for me to love, honor, and serve her, and that
anything beyond that--any attempt to win her confidence, to enter into
her thoughts, or make her understand my feelings and aspirations--was
regarded as pure presumption on my part. The result was that I was less
happy than I had been before knowing her: my naturally buoyant and
hopeful temper became tinged with melancholy, and that vision of
exquisite bliss in the future, which had floated before me, luring me
on, now began to look pale, and to seem further and further away.
After my walk with Yoletta--if it can be called a walk--I began to look
out for the rainbow lilies, and soon discovered that everywhere under
the grass they were beginning to sprout from the soil. At first I found
them in the moist valley of the river, but very soon they were equally
abundant on the higher lands, and even on barren, stony places, where
they appeared latest. I felt very curious about these flowers, of which
Yoletta had spoken so enthusiastically, and watched the slow growth of
the long, slender buds from day to day with considerable impatience. At
length, in a moist hollow of the forest, I was delighted to find the
full-blown flower. In shape it resembled a tulip, but was more open, and
the color a most vivid orange yellow; it had a slight delicate perfume,
and was very pretty, with a peculiar waxy gloss on the thick petals,
still, I was rather disappointed, since the name of "rainbow lily," and
Yoletta's words, had led me to expect a many-colored flower of
surpassing beauty.
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