 | An idyl of work |  |
“Come, then, for Eleanor's sake! Her cheeks will bloom
With pinks in place of lilies. Quite too much
Of the fine-lady look her pale face wears
For any working-girl. With yellow cream,
Raspberries, brook-trout, and mountain-blackberries,
We'll make a woman of her,” Minta said.
With pinks in place of lilies. Quite too much
Of the fine-lady look her pale face wears
For any working-girl. With yellow cream,
Raspberries, brook-trout, and mountain-blackberries,
We'll make a woman of her,” Minta said.
| An idyl of work | |