"The
Southern
Cross isn't worth looking at unless
someone helps you to see.
someone helps you to see.
Kipling - Poems
It's the Barralong, to Australia.
She'll lift the
Southern Cross in a week,--lucky old tub! --oh, lucky old tub! "
He stared intently, and moved up the slope of the fort to get a better
view, but the mist on the sea thickened again, and the beating of the
screws grew fainter. Maisie called to him a little angrily, and he
returned, still keeping his eyes to seaward. "Have you ever seen the
Southern Cross blazing right over your head? " he asked. "It's superb! "
"No," she said shortly, "and I don't want to. If you think it's so
lovely, why don't you go and see it yourself? "
She raised her face from the soft blackness of the marten skins about
her throat, and her eyes shone like diamonds. The moonlight on the gray
kangaroo fur turned it to frosted silver of the coldest.
"By Jove, Maisie, you look like a little heathen idol tucked up there. "
The eyes showed that they did not appreciate the compliment. "I'm
sorry," he continued.
"The Southern Cross isn't worth looking at unless
someone helps you to see. That steamer's out of hearing. "
"Dick," she said quietly, "suppose I were to come to you now,--be quiet
a minute,--just as I am, and caring for you just as much as I do. "
"Not as a brother, though. You said you didn't--in the Park. "
"I never had a brother. Suppose I said, 'Take me to those places, and in
time, perhaps, I might really care for you,' what would you do? "
"Send you straight back to where you came from, in a cab. No, I
wouldn't; I'd let you walk. But you couldn't do it, dear. And I wouldn't
run the risk. You're worth waiting for till you can come without
reservation. "
"Do you honestly believe that? "
"I have a hazy sort of idea that I do. Has it never struck you in that
light? "
"Ye--es.
Southern Cross in a week,--lucky old tub! --oh, lucky old tub! "
He stared intently, and moved up the slope of the fort to get a better
view, but the mist on the sea thickened again, and the beating of the
screws grew fainter. Maisie called to him a little angrily, and he
returned, still keeping his eyes to seaward. "Have you ever seen the
Southern Cross blazing right over your head? " he asked. "It's superb! "
"No," she said shortly, "and I don't want to. If you think it's so
lovely, why don't you go and see it yourself? "
She raised her face from the soft blackness of the marten skins about
her throat, and her eyes shone like diamonds. The moonlight on the gray
kangaroo fur turned it to frosted silver of the coldest.
"By Jove, Maisie, you look like a little heathen idol tucked up there. "
The eyes showed that they did not appreciate the compliment. "I'm
sorry," he continued.
"The Southern Cross isn't worth looking at unless
someone helps you to see. That steamer's out of hearing. "
"Dick," she said quietly, "suppose I were to come to you now,--be quiet
a minute,--just as I am, and caring for you just as much as I do. "
"Not as a brother, though. You said you didn't--in the Park. "
"I never had a brother. Suppose I said, 'Take me to those places, and in
time, perhaps, I might really care for you,' what would you do? "
"Send you straight back to where you came from, in a cab. No, I
wouldn't; I'd let you walk. But you couldn't do it, dear. And I wouldn't
run the risk. You're worth waiting for till you can come without
reservation. "
"Do you honestly believe that? "
"I have a hazy sort of idea that I do. Has it never struck you in that
light? "
"Ye--es.
