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RHODA'S REVERIE.
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pulled down the dory, nor anything else.
But here we
are at one end of the moonglade, with home at the other.
What do you say to starting ? "
"Home!" echoed Rhoda drearily. It seems so
queer to think of home. And then it is so many years
since I went away that they will have quite forgotten
me. I don't believe I want to go home, Chimney-Elf."
a So "
many years ! repeated the elf with his shrillest
laugh. "Well, well! Step into the boat, and when
we reach home, if they do not know you, or if you do
not want to stay, I will bring you back to the moon, and
you may live here forever."
So Rhoda stepped into the dory, and took her seat
in the bows as before, while the Chimney-Elf muttered
some words which sent the little boat sliding down the
sands and out upon the shining sea, already bright with
the glories of the moonglade.
Presently Rhoda drooped her head, and hiding her
face between her hands, she saw again the wondrous
scenes through which she had so lately passed. She
saw Sir Percivale ?s kindly eyes bent upon
her as he
placed her rose in his doublet saw
;
Sir Lancelot's stern
beauty, and Arthur's kingly and gracious face ;
Guinevere's
fair, false loveliness ;
and the jealous eyes of Isolde
watching her as she sat at the feast beside Sir Pereivale ;
and as she turned shuddering from that cruel gaze, the
voice of the Chimney-Elf came drifting dreamily in upou
her reverie :