you’ve
only seen
a peep
through
the
curtain, –
a specimen
of what is
going on,
the world
over, in
some shape
or other.
If we are
to be
prying and
spying
into all
the
dismals of
life, we
should
have no
heart to
anything.
’T is like
looking
too close
into the
details of
Dinah’s
kitchen;”
and St.
Clare lay
back on
the sofa,
and busied
himself
with his
paper.
Miss
Ophelia
sat down,
and pulled
out her
knitting-work,
and sat
there grim
with
indignation.
