 | An idyl of work |  |
“‘Lady’ again!” cried Isabel. “Now I know
There 's something more in it than feeding folks
With bread or with ideas. Eleanor says
I look a lady; you say she looks one.
I think it 's in the dress, the air, the gait—”
There 's something more in it than feeding folks
With bread or with ideas. Eleanor says
I look a lady; you say she looks one.
I think it 's in the dress, the air, the gait—”
| An idyl of work | |