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hair of richest
brown, with little gleams of gold, waving back naturally from a high
forehead; a firm chin, with a dimple; and great brown eyes, full of
lights, and with a dazzling brilliance that registered every thought of
her brain and emotion of her heart.
From the time when she was twelve years old the young doctor, who
had then just come to Millford, had been her hero--worshipped afar,
and in great secrecy.

Many a time when the family lived in the village, and Pearl was left to
mind the swarm of boys while her mother was out working, she had
raced to the window just to see him drive by, and, having seen him and
perhaps caught a smile or nod, if he noticed her, she would go back to
her strenuous task of keeping her young brothers clothed and happy and
out of the wealth of a quickened imagination she would tell them more
and more wonderful tales of the glorious world into which their young
feet had strayed.
When the doctor had time and inclination to talk to her, Pearl's young
heart swam in a crimson sea of delight, but if by any chance he hurried
by, his mind filled with other things, she suffered for a brief season all
the pangs of unrequited affection, and looked anxiously in the glass
many times to see if her face showed signs of early decay.
But the mood soon passed and optimism again reigned. During the
times of depression many a sunflower had its yellow petals torn away,
as she sought to wring from it definite information regarding the state
of his affections. If the sunflower brought in an adverse decision,
without a moment's hesitation Pearl began upon another, and continued
until a real, honest, authentic flower declared in her favor. But that she
did not really trust the oracles was shown by the great frequency with
which she consulted them!
As she grew older, Pearl would have liked to talk to some one about
her dreams, but it was hard to begin. There was really nothing to tell.
She might as well try to explain the sparkle of the sunshine, or the
joyousness of the meadowlark's song in the spring, as to try to analyze
the luminous wonder that had come into her own heart that day when
the purple mist lay on the Tiger Hills, and the snowdrifts were
beginning to sink and sag and break into little streams. It could not be
done.
But still she wondered what experiences other people had had, and
wished that someone would talk to her about it. At the Normal the girls
had talked about "crushes" and "mashes" and people having a "bad
case," and she knew that the one qualification they demanded in
matters of the heart was that the young man should have the means and

inclination to "show a girl a good time." She could not talk to
them--there did not seem to be any point of contact. And when the
subject of love and marriage was discussed around the family circle,
her mother's dictum was always brief and concise:
"You'll get who's for ye--and you'll have your number. There's lots of
trouble for them that don't marry, and there's lots more for them that do.
But there's no use in advisin' or warnin'; it's like the pigs and the hot
swill--one will stick in his nose and run away squalin'; the next one will
do the same, and the next and the next. They never take warnin's; it's
the way of the world!"
But nothing dimmed the glory of Pearl's rainbow dream or stilled the
happy songs her heart sang day and night. She had often pictured the
day the Doctor would come and tell her that the three years were past.
He would drive out with his team, for the snow would be too deep for
his car, and she would first hear the sleigh-bells, even before old Nap
would begin to bark, and he would come in with his cheeks all red and
glowing, with snow on his beaver coat; and he would tell her it was too
fine to stay in, and wouldn't she come for a ride?
So sure was she that he would come that she had laid out on her bed, in
the little room under the rafters, her heavy coat, overshoes and scarf,
and had spent some time deciding whether her red tam or the brown
velvet hat was the most becoming, and finally favored the tam, because
she had once heard the Doctor say that red was the color for winter, and
besides, the brown hat had a sharp rim that might give a person a nasty
poke in the eye ... in case....
She made all her preparations