A Bicycle of Cathay - Page 68/112

After the games, when the family was scattering--not to their several

bed-chambers, but apparently to various forms of recreation or study

which seemed to demand their attention--Miss Edith asked me if I would

not like to take a walk and look at the stars. As this suggestion was

made in the presence of her parents, I hesitated a moment, expecting

some discreet objection. But none came, and I assented most willingly

to a sub-astral promenade.

There was a long, flagged walk which led to the road, and backward and

forward upon this path we walked many, many times.

"I like starlight better than moonlight," said Miss Edith, "for it

doesn't pretend to be anything more than it is. You cannot do anything

by starlight except simply walk about, and if there are any trees,

that isn't easy. You know this, you don't expect anything more, and

you're satisfied. But moonlight is different. Sometimes it is so

bright out-of-doors when the moon is full that you are apt to think

you could play golf or croquet, or even sit on a bench and read. But

it isn't so. You can't do any of these things--at least, you can't do

them with any satisfaction. And yet, month after month, if you live in

the country, the moon deceives you into thinking that for a great many

things she is nearly as good as the sun. But all she does is to make

the world beautiful, and she doesn't do that as well as the sun does

it. The stars make no pretences, and that is the reason I like them

better.

"But I did not bring you out here to tell you all this," she

continued, offering me no opportunity of giving my opinions on the

stars and moon. "I simply wanted to say that I am so glad and thankful

to be walking about on the surface of the earth with whole bones and

not a scratch from head to foot"--at this point my heart began to

sink: I never do know what to say when people are grateful to

me--"that I am going to show you my gratitude by treating you as I

know you would like to be treated. I shall not pour out my gratitude

before you and make you say things which are incorrect, for you are

bound to do that if you say anything--"

"I thank you from the bottom of my heart," I said; "but now let us

talk some more about the stars."

"Oh, bother the stars!" said she. "But I will drop the subject of

gratitude as soon as I have said that if you ever come to know me

better than you do now, you will know that in regard to such things I

am the right kind of a girl."