On the top of
a blade of grass sat a brown little Juliet--a most reserved,
discreet little Juliet, but evidently much interested in Romeo's
serenade. When he sang she put her head to one side and moved as
if uncertain whether to descend from her balcony. When he
stopped, which he did at frequent intervals, being as it were
timorous and tongue-tied, she took her foot from the ladder and
waited, at first patiently and then with an obvious air of
boredom. Messer Romeo made a hop forward and vibrated; Juliet
grew tremulous. Alarmed at his boldness he halted and made a hop
back; Juliet looked disappointed. At last another cicada set up
a louder note some yards away and, without a nod or a sign,
Juliet skipped off into space, leaving the most disconsolate
little Romeo of a grasshopper you ever beheld. He gave vent to a
dismal failure of a vibration and hopped to the foot of the
faithless lady's bower.
Carlotta broke into a merry laugh and clapped her hands.
"I am so glad."
"She is the most graceless hussy imaginable," I cried.
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