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[1]AlthoughitwassobrilliaheblueskypoldasoflightlikewhitewiheJardinsPubliques—MissBrillwasgladthatshehaddeherfur.Theairwasmotiowhenyouopenedyourmouththerewasjustafaintchill，likeaaglassoficedwaterbeforeyousip，andnowandagainaleafcamedrifting—fromhesky.MissBrillputupherhandandtouchedherfur.Dearlittlething!Itwasagaiakenitoutofitsboxthatafternoohemivenitagoodbrush，ahelifebalittleeyes.“Whathasbeeome?”
saidthesadlittleeyes.Oh，hoastoseethemsnapatheragainfromtheredeiderdown!...Butthenose，whieblaposition，wasn’tatallfirItmusthavehadaknoind—alittledabofblag-waxwheimecame—whenitwasabsolutelynecessary...Littlerogue!Yes，shereallyfeltlikethataboutit.Littleroguebitingitstailjustbyherleftear.Shecouldhavetakenitoffandlaiditonherlapa.Shefeltatinglinginherhandsandarms，butthatwalking，shesupposed.Andwhehed，somethinglightandsad—no，ly—somethiomoveinherboso
[2]Therewereanumberofpeopleoutthisafternoon，farmorethanlastSunday.Andthebandsoundedlayer.ThatwasbecausetheSeasonhadbegun.FhthebaheyearroundonSundays，outofseasonitwaswaslikesomeoneplayingwithoolisten;itdidplayedifthereweren’tanystra.Wasaoo?Shewassureitwasneedwithhisfootandflappedhisarmslikearoosterabouttodthebaingiuheirdglaredatthemusiowtherecamealittle“flutey”
bit—verypretty!—alittlehtdrops.Shewassureitwouldberepeated.Itwas;sheliftedherheadandsmiled.
[3]Onlytwopeoplesharedher“special”
seat:afineoldma，hishandsclaspedecarvedwalking-stidabigoldwoman，sittingupright，witharollofknittingonherembroideredaprospeak.Thisointing，forMissBrillalwayslookedforwardtotheversation.Shehadbeereallyquiteexpert，shethought，atlisteningasthoughshedidtinginotherpeople’slivesjustforamialkedroundher.
[4]Sheglatheoldcouple.Perhapstheywouldgosoon.LastSunday，too，haderestingasusual.AnEnglishmanandhiswife，hewearingadreadfulPanamahataonboots.Andshe’dgoimeabouthowsheoughttoectacles;shekhem;butthatitwasingany;they’dbesuretobreakandthey’dneverkeepon.Aient.He’dsuggestedeverything—goldrims，thekindthatcurvedroulepadsihebridge.No，nothingwouldpleaseher.“They’llalwaysbeslidingdownmynose!”
MissBrillhadwaoshakeher.
[5]Theoldpeoplesatoillasstatues.herewasalwaysthecrowdtowatdfro，infrontoftheflowerbedsaunda，thedgroupsparaded，stoppedtotalk，togreet，tobuyahandfulofflowersfromtheoldbeggarwhohadhistrayfixedts.Littleranamongthem，swoopingandlaughihbigwhitesilkbowsuheirs，littlegirls，littleFrenchdolls，dressedupiandlaesatinystaggerercamesuddenlyrototheopenfromurees，stopped，stared，assuddenlysatdown“flop”
，untilitssmallhigh-steppingmother，likeayounghen，rushedsgtoitsrescue.Otherpeoplesatonthebendgreenchairs，buttheywerenearlyalwaysthesame，SundayafterSunday，and—MissBrillhadofteherewassomethingfunnyaboutnearlyalloftheTheywereodd，silent，nearlyallold，andfromthewaytheystaredtheylookedasthoughthey’djustdarklittleroomsoreven—evencupboards!
[6]Behiundatheslehyellowleavesd，andthroughthemjustalineofsea，aheblueskywithgold-veinedclouds.
[7]Tum-tum-tumtiddle-um!tiddle-um!tumtiddley-umtumta!Ble>
[8]Twoyounggirlsiwoyoungsoldiersihem，andtheylaughedandpairedaoffarm-in-arTwopeasahfunnystraassed，gravely，leadiifulsmoke-coloureddonkeys.Acold，palenunhurriedby.Abeautifulwomanganddroppedherbunchofviolets，andalittleboyraohaoher，ahemahemawayasifthey’dbeenpoisoned.Dearme!MissBrilldidn’tkoadmirethatornot!Andoquealemajustinfrontofher.Hewastall，stiff，dignified，andshewaswearioqueshe’dboughtwhenherhaireverything，herhair，herfahereyes，wasthesamecolourastheshabbyermine，andherhand，initsedglove，liftedtodabherlips，wasatinyyellowishpaw.Oh，sheleasedtoseehim—delighted!Sheratherthoughttheyweregoiafternoon.Shedescribedwhereshe’dbeen—everywhere，here，there，alohedaywass—didn’theagree?Andwouldn’the，perhaps?...Butheshookhishead，lightedacigarette，slowlybreathedagreatdeeppuffintoherfadevenwhileshewasstilltalkingandlaughidwalkedooquewasalone;shesmiledmhtlythaeventhebaoknoasfeelingandplayedmoresoftly，playedtenderly，andthedrumbeat，“TheBrute!TheBrute!”
overawouldshedo?Whatwasgoingtohappennow?ButasMissBrillwoheermiurned，raisedherhandasthoughshe’dseensomeoneelse，muicer，justoverthere，andpatteredaway.Andthebandgedagainandplayedmorequickly，maylythaheoldissBrill’sseatgotupandmarchedaway，andsuyoldmanwithlongwhiskershobbledalohemusidwasnearlyknockedoverbyfirlswalki.
[9]Oh，howfasgitwas!Howshee!Howshelovedsittigitall!Itlay.Itwasexactlylikeaplay.Whocouldbelievetheskyattheba’tpaiwasn’ttillalittlebrowndogtrottedonsolemnlyandthenslowlytrottedoff，likealittle“theatredog”
，alittledogthathadbeeMissBrilldiscoveredwhatitwasthatmadeitsoexg.Theywerealloheyweren’tonlytheaudieonlylookingoing.EvenshehadapartandcameeverySunday.Nodoubtsomebodywouldhavenoticedifshehadhere;sheartoftheperformaerall.Heshe’dofitlikethatbefore!Aexplainedwhyshemadesutfromhomeatjustthesametimeeachweek—soasefortheperformaalsoexplainedwhyshehadquiteaqueer，shyfeelingattellingherEnglishpupilshowshespentherSundayafternoons.Nowonder!MissBrillnearlylaughedoutloud.Shewasoage.Shethoughtoftheoldiowhomshereadtheneerfourafternoonsaweekwhilehesleptinthegardequiteusedtothefrailheadoonpillow，thehollowedeyes，theopenmouthandthehighpinose.Ifhe’dbeehavenoticedforweeks;shewouldn’thavemisuddenlyheknewhewashavingthepaperreadtohimbyanactress!“Aheoldheadlifted;twopointsoflightquiveredintheoldeyes.“Anactress—areye?”
AndMissBrillsmoothedthehoughitwerethemanuscriptofherpartaly;“Yes，Ihavebeenanactressftime.”
[10]Thebandhadbeenhaviheystartedagain.Andlayedwaswarm，suherewasjustafaintchill—asomething，whatwasit?—notsadness—no，notsadness—asomethingthatmadeyouwanttosiued，thelightshoseemedtoMissBrillthatiallofthem，allthewholepany，wouldbeginsinging.Theyouhelaughingoneswhtogether，theywouldbegin，andthemen’svoices，veryresoluteandbrave，wouldjoiheoo，shetoo，ahersoheywouldeinwithakindofaehinglow，thatscarcelyroseorfell，somethiiful—moving...AndMissBrill’seyesfilledwithtearsandshelookedsmilingatalltheothermembersofthepaaa—thoughwhattheyuoodshedidn’tknow.
[11]Justatthatmomentaboyandgirldsatdowheoldcouplehadbeeifullydressed;theywereiheheroandheroine，ofcourse，justarrivedfromhisfather’syadstillsoundlesslysinging，stillwiththattremblingsmile，MissBrillpreparedtolisten.
[12]“No，notnow”
，saidthegirl.“.”
[13]“Butwhy?Becauseofthatstupidoldthihere?”
askedtheboy.“Whydoessheehereatall—whowantsher?Whydoesn’tshekeephersillyoldmugathome?”
[14]“It’sherfu-urwhichissofunny”
，giggledthegirl.“It’sexactlylikeafriedwhiting.”
[15]“Ah，beoffwithyou!”
saidtheboyinanangrywhisper.Then:“Tellme，mapetitechere—”
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