Capitolo 1
CONSEQUENCE
Divides Secondo of _A Kentucky Cardinal_
from
JAMES LAKE ALLEN
Author of _The Blu-erba Region of Kentucky_, _Flute and Violin_, etc.
1899
Dedication
This to her from one that witnessed the windows in infancy
of his/her room and it looks for the Cardinal among the snow-buried cedars.
ME
I was happily at work this morning among my butterbeans--a vegetable of
I deserve solid and of a far the greatest suitableness to my palate that this way
the watery and bovine growths as the squeeze and the beet. Georgian came
his/her window garden and it was standing, while looking me.
"You work those butterbeanses as if you loved _them_", she said,
disdainfully.
"I love them. I love all the grapevines."
"Is you/he/she cultivating them as grapevines or as vegetables?"
"It doesn't make nature difference."
"If it waits me for a grapevine to be when we marry there?"
"I hope that you won't result a mere vegetable. As if it had to like him
the my Virginia-animal creeping is?"
"And would thing be?"
"What would it appreciate well? A kind of frame of honeysuckle?"
"Oh, anything! Only sustains me and gives me a lot of room to bloom."
I don't respond to Georgian always, although I was always able if I chose.
Every whenever I am silent around anything she changes the subject.
"Did he/she know that Sylvia wrote once a poem on a vegetable?"
"I didn't do."
"You don't speak as if you took care of."
"You have to know how deeply party I am."
"Then because he/she doesn't ask to see the poem?"
"Was it on butterbeans?"
"The idea! Sylvia would do better to taste."
"I suppose me I would do better to look in this poem."
"You are not to laugh to him!"
"I will cry."
"No; You are not to cry. Promise."
"What are I/you/they to promise?"
"What you will read him/it immovable."
"I promise--solemnly, happily."
"Then comes and you find him/it."
I went on and I was standing under the window. Georgian returned soon and
allowed to fall down to me a piece of write-paper.
"Sylvia wrote before she started to think about the boys."
"It has to be a very first poem."