Why, no,--she had never taken so much pains with me.
Then she would let me see the inside of it?
She would think of it.
Just as we parted, she took a little key from her pocket and handed it
to me. This unlocks my naughty book,--she said,--you shall see it. I am
not afraid of you.
I don't know whether the last words exactly pleased me. At any rate, I
took the book and hurried with it to my room. I opened it, and saw, in a
few glances, that I held the heart of Iris in my hand.
--I have no verses for you this month, except these few lines suggested
by the season.