But whoever saw her come down the street with the easy swing of her
beautifully curved hips, with the careless, rhythmic tread of exuberant
youth and strength, with the mobile head, too small for her tall body,
set on a long neck, with the two mouse teeth that looked out eagerly
from behind an upper lip somewhat too short, and with the two famous
"Lilly eyes"--he who saw her did not think of the shabbiness of her
dress, did not suspect that this delicately shaped, broad breast was
bent for hours and hours over sewing, that this whole glorious, youthful
organism, whose sap, as it chased through her veins, manifested itself
in causeless blushings and passionate palings, was grandly maintained
and preserved on boiled potatoes, bread spread with clarified fat, and
bad sausage.
The high school students followed her all afire, and for a long time the
poems composed in her praise in the first year class were to be counted
by the dozen.
It cannot be said that she remained indifferent to their homage. When a
troop of them came toward her on the street she felt as if a rosy veil
were descending over her eyes from shame and dread; and when the young
men passed by, doffing their caps--they had met her at the
skating-rink--she was overcome by giddiness, or a sinking sensation, so
suddenly did the blood mount to her head. The aftertaste of the meetings
was delicious. For hours she recalled the picture of the young man who
had greeted her most respectfully, or the one who had blushed like
herself. That was the one she loved--until at the next encounter he was
replaced by another.
Despite her adorers she was subjected to less teasing by her schoolmates
than is usual in such cases. The contented defencelessness of her manner
disarmed all enmity. If they hid her school-bag she merely entreated,
"Please give it back to me." If they stuck her up on the stove, she
remained there laughing, and if they wanted to copy her English
exercise, she gave them the solution to an arithmetic problem besides.
The only discord in her relations with them arose from the jealousy that
set her bosom friends by the ears. In this she was not quite blameless,
as she changed her friendships with startling rapidity, feeling in duty
bound to respond to all overtures of intimacy. Consequently her
affections could not be fastened on a single companion for long, and she
herself was amazed when she saw one sentiment pushed aside by the next
attack.
The teachers, too, had kindly feelings for her. The words, "Lilly, you
are dreaming," which sometimes came from the platform, sounded more like
a caress than a reproach. As head of the newcomers in the 1 B class she
sat for a time at the end of the sixth row, and more than one hand gave
her hair a paternal stroke in passing.
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