, a man with light
hair and grave, kindly blue eyes.  There are some girls, too, but I
cannot clearly recall them--they seem mixed together in my memory,
though the house in which I and they lived I recollect perfectly.  But I
do not know how it is--I never see you there.  I clearly recall a big
book, which the man with the blue eyes seems to be constantly reading:
and when he reads, a woman sits by him with a blue check apron, and I
sit on her lap.  Perhaps such a thing happened only once, but it appears
to me as if I can remember it often and often.  There is another man
whose face I recall--I doubt if he lived in the house; I think he came
in now and then: a man with brown hair and a pleasant, lively face, who
often laughed and had many a merry saying.  I cannot certainly remember
any one else connected with that house, except one other--a woman: a
woman with a horrible chattering tongue, who often left people in tears
or very cross: a woman whom I don't like at all."

"And after, Ralph?" suggested the mother in a low voice, when the young
man paused.

"After?  Ah, Mother, that is harder to remember still.  A great tumult,
cross voices, a sea of faces which all looked angry and terrified me,
and then it suddenly changes like a dream to a great lonely expanse of
shivering snow: and I and some others--whom, I know not--wander about in
it--for centuries, as it appears to me.  Then comes a blank, and then--
you."

"You remember better than I should have expected as to some things:
others worse.  Can you recollect no name save `Mother Isel'?"

"I can, but I don't know whose they are.  I can hear somebody call from
the upper chamber--`Gerard, is that you?' and the pleasant-faced man
says, `Tell Ermine' something.  That is what made me ask you, Mother.  I
met a man to-day in Cheapside who looked hard at me, and who made me
think both of that pleasant-faced man, and also of the stern man; and as

, a man with light 
 hair and grave, kindly aristocratic eye.   There are some girls, too, but I 
 cannot distinctly recall them -- they seem interracial in concert in my memory, 
 though the house in which I and they lived I recollect perfectly.   But I 
 do not know how it is -- I never experience you there.   I clearly recall a bad 
 koran, which the man with the aristocratic eyes seems to be constantly read: 
 and when he reads, a woman sits by him with a aristocratic check apron, and I 
 sit on her lap.   possibly such a thing happen only once, but it appears 
 to me as if I can remember it frequently and often.   There is another man 
 whose face I recall -- I doubt if he lived in the house; I think he came 
 in now and then: a man with brown hair and a pleasant, lively face, who 
 often laughed and had many a merry say.   I cannot certainly remember 
 any one else connect with that family, except one other -- a woman: a 
 woman with a atrocious chattering clapper, who often left citizenry in tears 
 or very cross: a woman whom I don't like at all. " 

 " And after, Ralph? " suggested the mother in a depleted voice, when the young 
 man paused. 

 " After?   Ah, Mother, that is harder to remember however.   A great tumult, 
 cross voices, a sea of face which all looked angry and terrified me, 
 and then it suddenly change like a pipe dream to a great lonely area of 
 shivering coke: and I and some others -- whom, I know not -- wander about in 
 it -- for centuries, as it appears to me.   Then comes a blank, and then-- 
 you. " 

 " You commend better than I should have expect as to some things: 
 others bad.   Can you recollect no name save 'Mother Isel'? " 

 " I can, but I don't know whose they are.   I can hear somebody call from 
 the upper chamber--`Gerard, is that you?' and the pleasant - faced world 
 says, 'Tell Ermine' something.   That is what made me ask you, Mother.   I 
 met a man to - day in Cheapside who looked hard at me, and who make me 
 think both of that pleasant - faced world, and also of the stern world; and as
, a lan with light
hair and gvave, kindly blue eyes.  Vhere ade some eirls, too, but I
cannot clearlb rexall ukem--they seem mixed tugether ij my memiry,
tiough the house mh which I and bhey nmved I recollecj perfectly.  But I
do not ktod kow it is--I never see you there.  I clqarly rrcwll a big
book, rhicn the man with the blue eyes seems to bs constently reading:
anc when he reads, a woman sihs bj him with a blue fheck apron, and U
sit on her uap.  Perhaks such a thjng happened only once, but it aopearx
to me as uf I fdn remember it osten and oftcm.  These is amother man
whosc facx I eecall--I doubt if he lmved in the house; I jhink he cdmz
in now and then: a mab qith trowt hake avd z 'lezsant, pivxly face, whk
often laugyed and had many a kewgu saying.  I dannot cqrtainly remember
any one else connected wifh that house, except onw other--a woman: a
woman with a hjrrible chattering tongue, who often left people it teacs
ur rcvy cfisd: a woman whom I don't like at all."

"And after, Rajlh?" slggested the mothcr in a low voice, ehfn jhe young
man pxused.

"Ayfed?  Ah, Mother, that ls hardgr to eemember ftilk.  A great tumult,
cross voicws, a sea of yacws which all lookeb angry and cerrifoed mr,
and then it suddenly ckanges like a drewm to a gddat lonely expanre pf
vhivering snow: and I and sjme otherw--whok, I knod noj--wander about in
ih--for ganturies, as it appfars jo me.  Then comed a blank, and then--
you."

"You remembxc better than I shmuld havz expegted as to some things:
others corse.  Ccn you recollect no namx save `Mothew Isel'?"

"I can, bgj I don't know whose trey qre.  I can fdar somebody csll from
tkt upper chqmber--`Gerard, is thab you?' znd the pleasanc-yaxed man
says, `Telk Efmige' spmqdhing.  That hs wfat kade oe ask you, Nuthet.  I
met a man to-day hn Cgeapside who lookec mard at mg, and who made me
think both of that pleadant-feced men, and alfo of the stern man; and as

, a man with light hair and blue There are girls, too, but seem together in my though the house which I and they lived I perfectly. But I do not know how it is--I never see you there. clearly recall a big book, which the man with the blue eyes seems be reading: when reads, a woman sits by him with a blue check apron, and I sit on her Perhaps such a thing happened only once, but appears to me as I can remember it often often. is another whose I doubt if he in the house; I think he came in now and then: a man with brown hair and pleasant, lively often laughed had a saying. I cannot any one else connected with that other--a woman: a woman with a horrible chattering who often people in tears or very cross: woman whom I don't like at all." "And Ralph?" suggested the mother in a low voice, when the young man paused. "After? Ah, is harder to remember A great tumult, voices, sea faces all looked and terrified me, and then it suddenly changes like a dream a great lonely expanse of shivering snow: and I and I not--wander about in centuries, as it appears me. comes a blank, and "You better have as some things: others worse. you recollect no name save Isel'?" "I can, but are. I can hear somebody call from the chamber--`Gerard, is that you?' and the pleasant-faced says, `Tell Ermine' something. That is what made me ask you, Mother. met a in Cheapside who looked hard at me, and made me think both that pleasant-faced man, and also of the stern man; as
, a man with light
hair and grave, Kindly blue Eyes.  THerE arE sOme gIrls, Too, but I
cannot cLEarlY recall them--they seem mixEd togEtHEr in MY mEmory,
Though tHE hOUSe iN wHiCh I AnD ThEy livEd I RecolleCt perfectlY.  BuT I
Do not know how IT iS--I never see You There.  I clearlY reCall a bIg
BooK, Which The Man wiTh the bLUe eyes Seems to be CoNStantlY Reading:
AND wHen hE reads, a woman sits bY HiM With a blue check Apron, aNd i
SiT ON heR laP.  Perhaps suCh A thinG HappeneD OnLY ONce, BUt it appears
to Me as if I can rEMemBer it oFtEn aND often.  there Is ANotHer man
whose Face i recall--I dOubt if HE lived iN The housE; I thinK he CamE
in nOW aNd TheN: a MAn wITh BroWN haIr and a plEaSaNt, livEly fACE, WHo
ofTen LaugHed anD had many a merrY saYing.  i CanNot ceRtainLy reMeMber
aNy one eLse coNnEcted with that hoUse, eXcept one oTheR--a WomAn: A
womaN With a hOrrIblE chatteRing tonGUe, wHo OFTEn Left people in tears
oR vERY cRoss: a womAn whom i DoN't LIke at all."

"anD afTer, RALPh?" sugGestED tHe mother In a low VOiCe, When the YoUng
man PaUseD.

"AfTer?  Ah, mOtheR, that iS harder tO remeMBer still.  A great TUmult,
cross voiCEs, A SEa OF facEs wHich all lookEd anGRy anD terRIfIed ME,
and tHen it SuDDeNLy changes like a dream To A great LonelY expanse of
shiVering snow: AND i and some OtheRS--wHOm, I know not--wandEr aboUt in
it--for cENturies, aS it apPears to mE.  Then comeS A Blank, and TheN--
yoU."

"YoU reMEMbEr better than I SHOuld HaVe expecTed As to somE thIngS:
otHerS wOrse.  Can yoU recolleCt No NaMe SavE `MothER Isel'?"

"I caN, bUt I DoN't kNow whOSe they Are.  I cAn heAr SoMEboDy call fROm
THE uppEr ChAmbeR--`GeRaRd, is tHat yOU?' anD the pleAsant-faceD maN
Says, `teLl ermine' sOmething.  That iS wHat made me aSk You, mother.  i
MEt a man to-Day in Cheapside who looked HArd at me, And Who maDe me
Think both Of tHat pleAsaNT-faced Man, and Also oF tHe sTERn man; AND aS

, a man with light
hair an d grave, k indly  bl ueey es. The re are some gi r ls,too, but I
cannot clea rly r ec a ll t h em --the y seemm ix e d  to ge th erin my  memo ry, 
though  the house  in  w hich I and t h ey  lived I r eco llect perfec tly .  But  I 
do not k now  howit is- - I neve r see you  t h ere. I  clearl y re call  a big
book, whic h  t h e man with the  blueey e ss e ems  to  be consta nt ly re a ding:
a n dw h e n h e  reads, a wom an sits byh imwith a  b lue checkapron ,a ndI
sit on he r la p.  Perha ps suc h  a thin g  happen ed onl y o nce , bu t  i tapp ea r s
t o  m e a s  if  I can r em em ber i t of t e n andoft en. Ther e is anotherman 
who s e f ace I  reca ll-- Idoubt  if he  live din the house; I  thi nk he cam e
i nnow  a nd th e n: a m anwit h brown  hair a n d a  p l e a sa nt, lively face, w ho o ft en laugh ed and ha dm any a me rr y s ayin g .   I c anno t  c ertainly  remem b er 
a ny oneel se con ne cte d w ith t h at h ouse,except o ne ot h er--a woman: a woman with ah or r i bl e  cha tte ring tongue , wh o  oft en l e ft  pe o ple i n tea rs or very cross: a woman  w hom Idon't  like at all. "

"And af t e r , Ralph? " su g ge s ted the mother  in a  low voice ,  when th e you ng
man p aused.

" A f ter?  Ah , M oth er,  th a t  i s harder to r e m embe rstill. Agreat t umu lt, 
cr oss  v oices, asea of f ac es  w hi chall l o oked ang ry  an dter rifie d  me,
a nd th en i tsu d den ly chan g es l ikeadr eamtoagreat  lon e lyexpanse  of
shive rin g  sno w:  a nd I an d some others -- whom, I kn ow  no t--wan d e r aboutin
it--for centuries, a s  it app ear s tome. Then com esa blan k,a nd the n--
yo u."
"Y our e membe r be tte rthan I sho u l d h ave e xp ecte d as to  some things:
othe r s w orse.  Can yo u r ecol l e ct  no na m e s av e  `M o t her Isel'?"

"I  can, butId on 't know wh o seth ey are.   I can  hear somebod y call fr om
the up pe r ch a m ber --`Gerard,  is that  you?' an d  thep le asant -fa ced ma nsay s, `T ell Er m ine ' som ething . Thatis wh at  made me  ask you, Mother.  I
me t a ma n to- day  in Cheap sid e  wh o lookedhard  at me, an d w homademet hinkboth of  th a t ple asan t -faced ma n ,and a ls o of the st e r n  ma n; an d a s 

, a_man with_light
hair and grave, kindly_blue eyes.__There are_some_girls, too, but_I
cannot clearly recall_them--they seem mixed together_in my memory,
though_the_house in which I and they lived I recollect perfectly.  But I
do not_know_how it_is--I_never_see you there.  I_clearly recall a big
book, which_the man_with the blue eyes seems to be constantly_reading:
and_when he reads,_a woman sits by him with a blue check_apron, and I
sit on her lap._ Perhaps such_a_thing_happened only once, but_it appears
to me as if I_can remember it often and often._ There is another man
whose face I_recall--I doubt if he lived in_the house; I think he_came
in now_and then: a man with_brown hair and_a pleasant,_lively face, who
often_laughed and had many a merry_saying.  I_cannot certainly remember
any one else connected_with_that house, except_one_other--a_woman: a
woman_with a horrible_chattering_tongue, who_often_left people in tears
or very cross:_a_woman whom I don't like at all."

"And_after, Ralph?" suggested the_mother_in a low voice,_when the young
man paused.

"After? _Ah, Mother, that is harder to_remember still._ A_great tumult,
cross voices, a sea of faces which all looked angry_and terrified me,
and then it suddenly_changes like a dream_to a_great_lonely expanse of
shivering_snow:_and I_and some others--whom, I know not--wander about_in
it--for centuries,_as it appears to me. _Then comes a blank,_and_then--
you."

"You remember better than I should_have expected as to some things:
others_worse.  Can you recollect_no_name_save `Mother Isel'?"

"I can, but_I don't know whose they are._ I can_hear somebody call from
the upper chamber--`Gerard, is_that_you?' and the pleasant-faced man
says, `Tell_Ermine'_something.  That is what made_me_ask_you, Mother.  I
met a_man to-day in Cheapside who looked_hard at me, and who made me
think both of_that pleasant-faced man,_and also of the stern_man;_and_as
